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HYMNS 


COLLECTED  FROM 

VARIOUS  AUTHORS. 

-■■ 

"  Qualis  in  natos  placidi  parentis 
Lenitas,  talis  Domini  benigni  est, 
Quisquis  illius  pietate  veri, 

Nomen  adorat."    Psa.  cut. 


PHILADELPHIA: 

PUBLISHED  BY  W.  W,  WOODWARD,  NO.  52,  SOUTH 
SECOND,  CORNER  OE  CHESNUT  STREET. 


Griggs  &  Co.  Printers. 
1817. 


DISTRICT  OF  PENNSYLVANIA:  to  wit: 

BE  IT  REMEMBEREft,  That  on  the  twen- 
ty-first day  of  May,  in  the  forty-first  year 
of  the  Independence  of  the  United  States 
of  AmericaJ^D.  1817;  W.  W.  Wood- 
ward, of  tHPaid  district  has  deposited 
in  this  office,  the  title  of  a  Book,  the  right 
whereof  he  claims  as  proprietor,  in  the  words  following, 
to  wit : — Hymns,  for  Social  Worship,  collected  from  various 
authors.  "  Qualis  in  natos  placidi  parentis  Lenitas,  talis  Do- 
mini benigni  est,  Quisquis  illius  pictate  vera  Nomen  adorat." 
Psa.  cm. 

In  Conformity  to  the  act  of  the  Congress  of  the  United 
States,  intitled,  "  An  Act  for  the  encouragement  of  Learning, 
by  securing  the  Copies  of  Maps,  Charts  and  Books,  to  the 
Authors  and  Proprietors  of  such  Copies  during  the  times 
therein  mentioned.*' — And  also  the  Act,  entitled,  u  An  Act 
supplementary  to  an  Act,  entitled  "  An  Act  for  the  Encou- 
ragement or  Learning,  by  securing  the  Copies  of  Maps,  Charts, 
and  Books,  to  the  Authors  and  proprietors  of  such  Copies 
during  the  Times  therein  mentioned^'  and  extending  the 
benefits  thereof  to  the  arts  of  designing,  engraving,  and 
etching  historical  and  other  Prints." 

D.  CALDWELL,  Clerk  of  the 
District  of  Pennsylvania. 


I  agree  that  a  copy-right  shall  be  taken  out 
by  Mr.  Woodward,  merely  with  a  view  to  se- 
cure perfect  editions  of  the  hymns  collected  for 
social  worship;  as  I  gain  nothing  from  the 
book,  so  he  agrees  that  the  price  shall  not  be 
enhanced  by  the  copy  right. 

JAMES  P.  WILSON. 

May  21st.  181  r. 


HYMNS, 


COLLECTED 


FROM  VARIOUS  AUTHORS. 


HYMN  1.     (CM)    Hart. 

Prayer  for  spiritual  aid. 

1  ^~\NCE  more  we  come  before  our 
\JP  Once  more  thy  blessing  ask, [God  ; 
Oh,  may  no  duty  seem  a  load, 

No  worship  prove  a  task. 

2  May  we  receive  the  word  we  hear, 

Each  in  an  honest  heart ; 
Hoard  up  the  precious  treasure  there, 
And  never  with  it  part. 

3  Bid  the  refreshing  north -wind  wake  ; 

Say  to  the  south-wind,  blow : 
Let  ev'ry  plant  the  pow'r  partake. 
And  all  the  garden  grow. 
B 


io  HYMN  II. 

4  Revive  the  parch'd  with  heav'nly  show'rs, 

The  cold  with  warmth  divine  ; 
And  as  the  benefit  is  ours, 
Be  all  the  glory  thine. 

HYMN  2.     (L.  M.)     Watts'  Lyrics. 

The  Creator  exalted  above  all  firaise. 

1  TO  TI1RNAL     Pow'r  !    whose   high, 
J[j         abode 

Becomes  the  majesty  of  God  ; 
Infinite  lengths  beyond  the  bounds 
Where  stars  revolve  their  little  rounds  ! 

2  Far  in  the  depths  of  space,  thy  throne 
Burns  with  a  lustre  all  its  own  : 

In  shining  ranks  beneath  thy  feet, 
Angelic  pow'rs  and  splendours  meet. 

5  Lord,  what  shall  feeble  mortals  do  ? 
We  would  adore  our  Maker  too  : 
In  sin  and  dust  to  thee  we  cry, 

.  The  Great,  the  Holy,  and  the  High ! 

4  Something  we  learn  from  nature's  frame  : 
Thy  word  has  more  reveal'd  thy  name : 
Yet  still  the  glories  of  thy  mind, 
Leave  all  our  soaring  thoughts  behind. 

5  God  is  in  heav'n,  and  man  below  : 
Short  be  our  tunes,  our  words  be  few  : 
A  sacred  rev'rence  checks  our  songs, 
And  praise  sits  silent  on  our  tongues. 


HYMN  HI,  IV.  11 

HYMN  3.     (L.  M.)     Steele. 

The  humble  worship  of  creatures. 

1  |^<  RE  AT  King  of  kings,  eternal  God, 
\  JT  Shall  mortal  creatures  dare  to  raise 
Their  songs  to  thy  supreme  abode,  - 
And  join  with  angels  in  thy  praise  ? 

2  Man,  oh  how  far  remov'd  below  ! 
Wrapt  in  the  shades  of  gloomy  night ; 
His  brightest  day  can  only  show 

A  few  faint  streaks  of  distant  light. 

3  Behold  !  The  bright,  the  morning  star 
Rising  shall  chase  the  shades  away ; 
His  beams  resplendent  from  afar, 
Promise  a  sweet  immortal  day. 

4  To  him  our  longing  eyes  we  raise, 

Our  guide  to  Thee,  the  Great  Unknown  ; 
Through  him,  O  may  our  humble  praise 
Accepted  rise  before  thy  throne. 

HYMN  4.     (L.  M.)     An  Oxonian. 

The  kingdom  of  Providence. 

1  f^\  REATGod!  at  whose  all  -povv'rful 

\JT         call 

At  first  arose  this  beauteous  frame, 
By  thee  the  seasons  change,  and  all 
The  changing  seasons  speak  thy  name. 

2  Thy  bounty  bids  the  infant  year, 
From  winter  storms  recover'd,  rise  ; 


12  HYMN  V. 

When  thousand  grateful  scenes  appear, 
Fresh  op'ning  to  our  wond'ring  eyes. 

3  O  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 
The  earth  in  vernal  beauty  drest ! 
While  ineabh  herb,  and  flow'r,  and  tree. 
Thy  blooming  glories  shine  confest ; 

4  Aloft,  full  beaming,  reigns  the  sun, 
And  light  and  genial  heat  conveys ; 
And,  while  he  leads  the  seasons  on, 
From  thee  derives  his  quick 'ning  rays. 

5  Around  us,  from  the  teeming  fit  Id, 
Springs  the  rich  grain,  or  purpled  vine ; 
At  thy  command  they  rise,  to  yield 
The  strengthening  bread, or  cheering  wine. 

6  Indulgent  God  !  from  ev'ry  part 
Thy  plenteous  blessings  largely  flow  ; 
We  see,  we  taste,  make  every  'heart 
With  gratitude,  and  love  to  glow. 

HYMN  5.     (C.  M.)     Steele.  • 

Meditation  on  Providence. 

HY  wisdom,   power,   and  goodness, 


T 


In  all  thy  works  appear  :  [Lord  ! 

But  most  should  man  thy  praise  record, — 
Man,  thy  distinguished  care  ! 

From  thee,  the  breath  of  life  he  drew ; 

That  breath  thy  povv'r  maintains  ; 
Thy  tender  mercy,  ever  new, 

His  mortal  frame  sustains. 


HYMN  Vf.  13 

3  Yet  nobler  favours  claim  his  praise, 
Of  reason's  light  possess'd  ; 
By  revelation's  brightest  rays 
Still  more  divinely  bless'd. 

Thy  providence  his  constant  guard, 
When  threat'ning  woes  impend, 

Or  will  th'  impending  dangers  ward, 
Or  timely  succours  lend, 

5  On  us  thy  Providence  has  shone, 

With  gentle  smiling  rays  ; 
O  may  our  lips  and  lives  make  known 
Thy  .goodness,  and  thy  praise  ! 

HYMN  6.     (C-  M.)     Boyse. 

Past  providences  reviewed. 

1  1  I7HEN  o*er   the  trodden  paths  of 

W  Backwards  I  turn  mine  eyes, [life, 
What  varied  scenes,  throughout  the  road, 
Awaken  my  surprise  ! 

2  Thousands,  to  whom  my  natal  hour 

Imparted  vital  breath, 
Just  look'd  on  life,  and  clos'd  their  eyes, 
In  the  fast  sleep  of  death. 

6  Thousands,  who  climb'd  to  manhood's 

Safe  thro'  unnumber'd  snares,   [stage, 
Travell'd  not  far,  before  they  sunk, 
Amidst  its  thorns,  and  cares* 

4  Follow 'd  through  ev'ry  changing  stage. 
With  goodness  all  my  days, 


14  HYMN  VII. 

Deny  me  not  a  heart  to  love, 
A  tongue  to  speak  thy  praise. 

5  Ten  thousand  thousand  thanks  to  thee 
I  owe,  my  gracious  God    ! 
Oh  !  may  I  join  those  endless  songs, 
That  fill  thy  blest  abode. 

HYMN  r.     (S.  M.)     Watts'  Lyrics- 

God  the  object  of  all  homage. 

1  A    LMIGHTY  Maker,  God  ! 
J\^   How  wondrous  is  thy  name  ! 
Thy  glories  how  diffus'd  abroad, 

Through  the  creation's  frame  1 

2  Nature  in  every  dress 
Her  humble  homage  pays, 

And  finds  a  thousand  ways  t'  express 
Thine  undisstmbled  praise. 

3  My  soul  would  rise  and  sing 
To  her  Creator  too ; 

Fain  would  my  tongue  adore  my  King, 
And  pay  the  worship  due. 

4  The  very  songs  I  frame, 
Are  faithless  to  thy  cause, 

And  steal  the  honours  of  thy  name, 
To  build  their  own  applause. 

5  [Thus  pride,  that  busy  sin, 
Spoils  all  that  I  perform, 

Curs'd  pride,  that  creeps  securely  in, 
And  swells  a  haughty  worm.] 


HYMN  VIII.  15 

Create  my  soul  anew, 
Else  all  my  worship's  vain ; 
This  wretched  heart  will  ne'er  be  true, 
Until  'tis  form'd  again, 

Let  joy  and  worship  spend 
The  remnant  of  my  days  ; 
And  to  my  God,  my  soul  ascend 
In  sweet  perfumes  of  praise. 

HYMN  8.     (S.M.)     Stennett. 

The  King  of  saints. 

HOW  glorious  is  the  place, 
Where  our  Redeemer,  God, 
Unveils  the  beauties  of  his  face, 
And  sheds  his  love  abroad  ! 

High  on  the  mercy-seat, 
With  radiant  glory  crown'd, 
The  eye  of  faith  beholds  him  sit, 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

To  him  our  prayers  and  cries 
Each  humble  soul  presents : 
He  listens  to  our  broken  sighs, 
And  grants  us  all  our  wants. 

To  us  his  sov'reign  will 
He  graciously  imparts  : 
And  in  return  accepts,  with  smiles, 
The  tribute  of  our  hearts, 

Give  me,  O  Lord,  a  place 
Within  thy  blest  abode, 


16  HYMN  IX,  X. 

Among  the  children  of  thy  grace, 
The  servants  of  my  God. 

HYMN  9    (S  M.)    Hart. 

The  mercy  and  justice  of  God. 

1  FTP!  H Y  mercy,  Lord,  we  praise ; 

R       Of  all  thy  judgments  sing  : 
And  for  the  riches  of  thy  grace 
Our  grateful  tribute  bring. 

2  Thy  mercies  bid  us  trust ; 

Thy  judgments  strike  with  awe  : 
We  know  our  condemnation's  just. 
And  yet  we  love  thy  law. 

3  Who  can  thy  deeds  express  ? 
Or  trace  thy  wondrous  ways  ? 

How  glorious  is  thy  holiness  ! 

How  terrible  thy  praise  ! 
i      Thy  goodness  how  immense, 

To  those  who  fear  thy  name  ! 
Thy  love  surpasses  thought,  or  sense; 

Unchangeably  the  same. 

>       Thy  judgments  are  too  deep 
For  reason's  line  to  sound  ; 
Thy  tender  mercies  to  thy  sheep, 
No  bottom  know,  nor  bound. 


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HYMN  10.    (L.M.) 

The  majesty  and  glory  of  God. 

OD  sits  enthroned  amidst  the  spheres, 
And  glory  like  a  garment  wears  ; 


HYMN  XI.  17 

While  boundless  wisdom,  pow'r  and  grace, 
Command  our  awe,  transcend  our  praise. 

2  Before  his  throne  a  shining  band 
Or  cherubs,  and  of  seraphs  stand  ; 
Ethereal  spirits,  who  in  flight 
Outstrip  the  rapid  speed  of  light. 

3  To  God  all  nature  owes  its  birth, 

He  form'd  this  pond'rous  globe  of  earth  ; 
He  rais'd  the  glorious  arch  on  high, 
And  measur'd  out  the  azure  sky. 

4  In  all  our  Maker's  grand  designs, 
Almighty  pow'r  with  wisdom  shines  ; 
His  works,  thro'  all  this  wondrous  frame, 
Bear  the  great  impress  of  his  name. 

5  Great  Sun  of  righteousness,  arise, 
And  chase  the  darkness  from  mine  eyes ; 
Now  let  thy  beams  of  glory  shine, 
And  fill  my  soul  with  light  divine. 

HYMN  11.    (L.M.) 

God  eternal  and  unchangeable, 

1  A,  LMIGHTY,  self-existent  God, 
f\    Who  all  creation  dost  sustain ! 
Thou  wast,  and  art,  and  art  to  come, 
And  everlasting  is  thy  reign  ! 

2  Fix'd  and  eternal  as  thy  days, 
Each  glorious  attribute  divine, 
Through  ages  infinite,  shall  still 
With  undiminished  lustre  shine. 


18  HYMN  XII. 

3  Fountain  of  being,  Source  of  good, 
Immutable  thou  dost  remain  ; 

Nor  can  the  shadow  of  a  change 
Obscure  the  glories  of  thy  reign. 

4  Nature  her  order  may  reverse, 
Revolving  seasons  cease  their  round  ; 
Nor  spring  appear  with  blooming  pride, 
Nor  autumn  be  with  plenty  crown'd  ; 

5  Yon  shining  orbs  forget  their  course, 
The  sun  his  destin'd  path  forsake, 
And  burning  desolation  mark, 
Amid  the  worlds,  his  devious  track. 

6  Earth  shall  with  all  her  pow'rs  dissolve, 
When^uch  the  great  (Dreator's  will : 
But  thou  for  ever  art  the  same, 

I  Am  is  thy  memorial  still. 

HYMN  12.     (L.  M.)     Scott. 
Incomprehensibility  of  God — Job  xi.  7. 

1  \T7HAT  finite  pow'r,  with  ceaseless 
W  toil, 

Can  fathom  the  eternal  mind  ? 
Who  can  th'  Almighty  Three  and  One, 
By  searching  to  perfection  find  ? 

3  Angels  and  men  in  vain  may  raise 
Harmonious,  their  adoring  songs  ; 
Their  lab 'ring  thoughts  sink  down  opprest, 
And  praises  die  upon  their  tongues. 

3  Immensely  far  bryond  their  ken, 
His  matchless,  countless  glories  rise, 


HYMN  XIII.  19 

And  clouds  and  darkness  veil  his  face, 
From  the  most  penetrating  eyes. 
4  Yet  would  I  lift  my  trembling  voice, 
A  portion  of  his  ways  to  sing ; 
And,  mingling  with  his  meanest  works, 
My  humble,  grateful  tribute  bring. 

HYMN  13.     (CM.)     Beck's  Col. 
The  Divine  Messenger  of  the  covenant.— -Mai.  iii.  1 . 

1  TESUS,  commission'd  from  above, 
t|       Descends  to  men  below ; 

And  shows  from  whence  the  springs  of 
In  endless  currents  flow.  [love 

2  He,  whom  the  boundless  heaven  adores, 

Whom  angels  long  to  see, 
Quitted  with  joy  those  blissful  shores^ 
Ambassador  to  me ! 

[3  To  me,  a  worm,  a  sinful  clod, 
A  rebel  all  forlorn — 
A  foe,  a  traitor  to  my  God, 
And  of  a  traitor  born ;] 

4  To  me,  who  never  sought  his  grace, 

Who  mock'd  his  sacred  word ; 
Who  neither  knew  nor  lov'd  his  face  ; 
And  all  his  will  abhor'd ; 

5  To  me,  who  could  not  even  praise, 

When  his  kind  heart  I  knew ; 
But  sought  a  thousand  devious  ways, 
Rather  than  keep  the  true. 


20  HYMN  XIV. 

6  Yet  this  redeeming  angel  came, 
So  vile  a  worm  to  bless ; 
He  took  with  cheerfulness  my  shame, 
And  gave  his  righteousness. 

HYMN  14.     (L.  M.)     Steele. 

The  goodness  of  God. 

1  f  j^HE  praises  of  my  God,  my  King, 

JL  While  I  have  life  or  breath  to  sing, 
Shall  fill  my  heart,  and  tune  my  tongue, 
Till  heav'n  improve  the  blissful  song. 

2  No  more  in  princes  vainly  trust, 
Frail  sons  of  earth  !  man  is  but  dust ; 
With  all  his  pride,  with  all  his  pow'r, 
The  helpless  creature  of  an  hour. 

3  Happy  the  man,  whose  hopes  divine 
On  Israel's  cov'nant  God  recline  ! 
Who  can  with  sacred  transport  say, 
This  God  is  mine,  my  help,  my  stay  ! 

4  His  justice  favours  them  who  mourn 
Beneath  the  proud  oppressor's  scorn ; 
The  hungry  poor  his  hand  sustains, 
And  breaks  the  wretched  captive's  chains. 

5  To  sightless  eyes,  long  clos'd  in  night, 
His  touch  restores  the  joys  of  light ; 
And  mourners  rais'd  confess  his  care, 
He  loves  the  humble  and  sincere. 

6  If  wand'ring  strangers  friendless  roam, 
Divine  protection  is  their  home  : 


HYMN  XV,  XVI.  21 

The  Lord  relieves  the  widow's  cares, 
And  dries  the  weeping  orphan's  tears. 

HYMN  15.     (C.  M.)     Gibbons. 

Goodness  of  God — Jor.  xxxi.  12. 

1  f  I  'iHY  goodness,  Lord,  our  souls  con- 

Thy  goodness  we  adore  ;   [fess  ; 
A  spring,  whose  blessings  never  fail — 
A  sea,  without  a  shore  ! 

2  Sun,  moon  and  stars,  thy  love  attest 

In  ev'ry  golden  ray, 
Love'draws  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
And  love  brings  back  the  day. 

3  Thy  bounty  ev'ry  season  crowns, 

With  all  the  bliss  it  yields  ; 
With  joyful  clusters  loads  the  vines, 
With  strength'ning  grain  the  fields. 

4  But  chiefly  thy  compassion,  Lord,' 

Is  in  the  gospel  seen ; 
There,  like  a  sun,  thy  mercy  shines, 
Without  a  cloud  between. 

5  Pardon,  acceptance,  peace  and  joy, 

Thro'  Jesus'  name  are  giv'n. 
He  on  the  cross  was  lifted  high, 
That  we  might  reign  in  heav'n, 

HYMN  16.     (L.M.)     Steele. 


H 


The  Intercessor Heb.  vii.  25. 

E  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives  ; 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives 


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22  HYMN  XVII. 

And  now  before  hiss  Father  God, 
Pleads  the  full  merits  of  his  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 

And  justice,  arm'd  with  frowns,  appears  ; 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face, 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 

3  Hence,  then,  ye  black  despairing  thoughts! 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults ; 

His  pow'rful  intercessions  rise, 
And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

4  In  ev'ry  dark,  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  pow'r ; 
Let  this  firm  hope  repel  the  dart, 
That  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 

5  Great  advocate,  almighty  Friend  ! 
On  thee  our  humble  hopes  depend ! 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 
For  Jesus,  pleads,  and  must  prevail. 

HYMN  17.     (L.  M.)     R 

The  mercy  and  grace  of  God. 

V  FTMIS  grace  that  quickens  me  when 
k  dead, 

Grace  can  my  soul  to  Jesus  lead ; 
Grace  brings  me  pardon  for  my  sin — 
'Tis  grace  subdues  my  lusts  within. 

2  'Tis  grace  that  sweetens  ev'ry  cross, 
'Tis  grace  supports  in  ev'ry  loss  ; 
Lord  in  thy  grace  my  soul  is  strong — 
Grace  is  my  hope  and  Christ  my  song. 


HYMN  XVIII.  23 

3  'Tis  grace  defends  when  danger's  near ; 
By  grace  alone  I  persevere ; 

'Tis  grace  constrains  my  soul  to  love — 
Free  grace  is  all  they  sing  above. 

4  Thus  'tis  alone  of  grace  I  boast, 
And  'tis  in  s^race  alone  I  trust ; 

For  all  that's  past,  grace  is  my  theme — 
For  what's  to  come  'tis  still  the  same. 

5  Thro'  endless  years,  of  grace  I'll  sing, 
Adore  and  bless  my  heav'nly  King; 
I'll  cast  my  crown  before  his  throne, 
And  shout  free  grace  to  him  alone. 

HYMN  18.    (CM.)     Addison. 

Gratitude  for  mercies. 

1  TT7HEN  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 

Y  j       My  rising  soul  surveys  ? 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  Unnumber'd  comforts  on  my  head, 

Thy  tender  care  bestow'd, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceiv'd, 
From  whom  those  blessings  flow'd, 

3  To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries, 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learnt 
To  form  themselves  in  pray'r. 

4  When  in  the  slipp'ry  paths  of  youth 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 


24  HYMN  XIX. 

Thine  arm  unseen  convey 'd  me  safe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

5  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

6  Through  ev'ry  period  of  my  life, 

Thy  goodness  I'll  adore ; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
Thy  mercy  still  explore. 

HYMN  19.     (L.  M.)     Scott. 

Unchangeableness  of  Divine  Goodness. 

1  T^TE'ER  shall  the  shadow  of  a  change 

j^l    Obscure  the  Origin  of  Light, 
Nor  can  the  hopes,  which  truth  has  rais'd, 
Lie  bury'd  in  eternal  night. 

2  The  laws  of  nature  may  reverse ; 
Revolving  seasons  cease  their  round  ; 
Nor  spring  appear  in  blooming  pride 
Nor  autumn  be  with  plenty  crown'd  : 

3  Yon  shining  orbs  forget  their  course ; 
The  sun  his  destin'd  path  forsake, 
And  nature  lose  her  rapid  force, 
Creatures  in  God  no  change  can  make, 

4  Calm  as  the  summer's  ocean  we 
While  grace  secures  us  an  abode, 
Can  all  the  wreck  of  nature  see, 
Unshaken  as  the  throne  of  God. 


HYMN  XX.  25 

[5  What,  tho'  my  heavenly  Father  frown, 
And  check  my  follies  with  the  rod  ; 
Unchangeable  his  cov'nant  stands, 
Confirm 'd  by  oath,  andseaPd  with  blood.] 

HYMN  20.    (CM.)    Blacklock. 

Omnipresence. 

O  thee  Great  God,  my  devious  ways, 


T 


In  open  view  appear  ; 
Nor  steals  a  whisper  from  my  lips 
Without  thy  list'ning  ear. 

2  Behind  I  glance,  and  thou  art  there  ; 

Before  me  shines  thy  name  ; 
And  'tis  thy  strong,  Almighty  hand 
Sustains  my  tender  frame. 

3  Such*  knowledge  mocks  the  vain  essays 

Of  my  astonish'd  mind  ; 
Nor  can  my  reason's  soaring  eye 
Its  tow'ring  summit  find. 

4  Where  from  thy  spirit,  shall  I  stretch 

The  pinions  of  my  flight  ? 
Or  where,  thro'  nature's  spacious  range, 
Shall  I  elude  thy  sight  ? 

5  If  on  a  morning's  darting  ray, 

With  matchless  speed  I  rode, 
And  flew  to  distant  western  shores 
Which  bound  the  ocean's  flood. 

6  Thither  thine  hand,  all-present  God, 

Must  guide  the  wondrous  way, 

G2 


26  HYMN  XXI. 

And  thine  Omnipotence  support 
The  fabric  of  my  clay. 

7  Should  I  enwrap  myself  around 

With  clouds  of  tenfold  night, 
The  clouds  would  shine  like  blazing  noon, 
Before  thy  piercing  sight, 

8  One  glance  of  thine,  eternal  Lord, 

Pierces  all  nature  through  ; 
Nor  heav'n,  nor  earth,  nor  hell,  afford 
A  shelter  from  thy  view  ! 

HYxMN  21.     (C.  M.)     Watts'  Lyric*. 

Divine  Sovereignty. 

1  "fZ"  EEP  silence,  all  created  things  ; 
J^  And  wait  your  Maker's  nod  : 

My  soul  stands  trembling,  while  she  sings 
The  honours  of  her  God. 

2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown, 

Hang  on  his  firm  decree  : 
He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 
Nor  borrows  leave  to  be. 

3  Th'  Almighty  voice  bade  ancient  night 

Her  boundless  realms  resign, 
And  lo,  unnumber'd  globes  of  light 
In  fields  of  azure  shine. 

4  Now  wisdom  with  superior  sway, 

Guides  the  vast  moving  frame, 
Whilst  all  the  ranks  of  beings  pay 
Deep  rev'rence  to  his  name. 


HYMN  XXII.   .  27 

5  Chain'd  to  his  throne,  a  volume  lies, 

With  all  the  fates  of  men, 
With  every  angel's  form  and  size, 
Drawn  by  th'  eternal  pen. 

6  His  providence  unfolds  the  book, 

And  makes  his  councils  shine  ; 
Each  op'ning  leaf,  and  ev'ry  stroke 
Fulfils  some  deep  design. 

7  Here,  he  exalts  neglected  worms 

To  sceptres  and  a  crown  : 
And  there,  the  foil' wing  page  he  turns. 
And  treads  the  monarch  down. 

8  Not  Gabriel  asks  the  reason  why ; 

Nor  God  the  reason  gives  : 

Nor  dares  the  fa v 'rite  angel  pry 

Between  the  folded  leaves. 

9  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace, 

O  may  I  find  my  name 
Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  my  Lord  the  Lamb  ! 

HYMN  22.     (L.  M.)     Steele. 

Divine  Sovereignty  ^  and  human  mortality. 

1  "        ORD  thou  hast  been  thy   children's 
I  A         God, 

All-pow'rful,  wise,  and  good,  and  just, 
In  every  age  their  safe  abode, 
Their  hope,  their  refuge,  and  their  trust. 

52  Before  thy  word  gave  nature  birth, 
Or  spread  the  starry  heavens  abroad, 


28  HYMN  XXIII. 

Or  form'd  the  varied  face  of  earth, 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God. 

3  Destruction  waits  thy  awful  word, 
While  mortal  hope  expiring  mourns  ; 
Obedient  nature  owns  her  Lord, 
And  dying  man  to  dust  returns. 

4  Great  Father  of  Eternity, 
How  short  are  ages  in  thy  sight ! 

A  thousand  years,  how  swift  they  fly, 
Like  one  short  silent  watch  of  night ! 

5  Thine  anger,  like  a  swelling  flood, 
Comes  o'er  the  world  with  dreadful  sway, 
The  tempest  speaks  the  offended  God, 
And  sweeps  the  guilty  race  away. 

6  Teach  us  to  count  our  short'ning  days, 
And  with  true  diligence  apply 

Our  hearts,  to  wisdom's  sacred  ways, 
That  we  may  learn  to  live  and  die. 

HYMN  23.     (L.  M.)    Watts'  Lyrics. 

God  sufireme  and  self-sufficient, 

1  "V)f  7"HAT  is  our  G0^  °r  what  his 

W  name, 

Nor  men  can  learn,  nor  angels  teach  ; 
He  dwells  conceal'd  in  radiant  flame, 
Where   neither  eyes,   nor  thoughts  can 
reach; 

2  The  spacious  worlds  of  heav'nly  light, 
Compar'd  with  him,  how  short  they  fall ! 


HYMN  XXIV.  29 

They  are  too  dark,  and  he  too  bright ; 
Nothing  are  they,  and  God  is  all. 

3  He  spoke  the  wondrous  word,  and  lo  I 
Creation  rose  at  his  command  ; 
Whirlwinds  and  seas  their  limits  know, 
Bound  in  the  hollow  of  his  hand. 

4  There  rests  the  earth,there  roll  the  spheres, 
There  nature  leans,  and  feels  her  prop  : 
But  his  own  self-sufficience  bears 

The  weight  of  his  own  glories  up. 

5  The  tide  of  creatures  ebbs  and  flows, 
Measuring  their  changes  by  the  moon; 
No  ebb  his  sea  of  glory  knows ; 

His  age  is  one  eternal  noon. 

6  Then  fly,  my  theme,  an  endless  round, 
The  lofty  tune  let  Gabriel  raise  ; 

All  nature  dwell  upon  the  sound, 
But  we  can  ne'er  fulfil  the  praise. 

HYMN  24.     (L.  M.)    Beddome. 

The  ?visdo?n  of  God. 

1  "V1TAIT,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's 

\\  will : 

Tumultuous  passions,  all  be  still  ! 
Nor  let  a  murm'ring  thought  arise  ; 
His  ways  are  just,  his  counsels  wise. 

2  He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells, 
Performs  his  work,  the  cause  conceals ; 
But,  though  his  methods  are  unknown, 
Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 


30  HYMN  XXV. 

3  In  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  air,  and  seas, 
He  executes  his  firm  decrees  ; 

And,  by  his  saints,  it  stands  confest, 
That  what  he  does  is  ever  best. 

4  Wait  then,  my  soul,  submissive  wait 
Prostrate  before  his  awful  seat ; 
And  'midst  the  terrors  of  his  rod, 
Trust  in  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 

HYMN  25.    (C.  M.)     Steele. 

Praise  for  the  blessings  of  firovidence  and  grace. 
Psalm  cxxxix. 

1  A    LMIGHTY  Father,  gracious  Lord, 
f\    Kind  Guardian  of  my  days, 

Thy  mercies  let  my  heart  record 
In  songs  of  grateful  praise. 

2  In  life's  first  dawn,  my  tender  frame 

Was  thy  indulgent  care, 
Long  ere  I  could  pronounce  thy  name, 
Or  breathe  the  infant  prayer. 

3  [Around  my  path  what  dangers  rose  ! 

What  snares  spread  all  my  road ! 
No  pow'r  could  guard  me  from  my  foes, 
But  my  preserver,  God. 

4  How  many  blessings  round  me  shone, 

Where'er  I  turn'd  my  eye  ! 
How  many  past,  almost  unknown, 
Or  unregarded  lie  !] 


HYMN  XXVI.  31 

5  Each  rolling  year  new  favours  brought 

From  thy  exhaustless  store  ; 
But  ah !  in  vain  my  lab'ring  thought 
Would  count  thy  mercies  o'er. 

6  More  I  adore  thee,  gracious  Lord  ! 

For  favours  more  divine  ; 
That  I  have  known  thy  sacred  word, 
Where  all  thy  glories  shine. 

7  Lord,  when  this  mortal  frame  decays, 

And  ev'ry  weakness  dies, 
Complete  the  wonders  of  thy  grace. 
And  raise  me  to  the  skies. 

8  Then  shall  my  joyful  pow'rs  unite 

In  more  exalted  lays, 
And  join  the  happy  sons  of  light 
In  everlasting  praise. 

HYMN  26.    (L.  M.) 

The  Presence  of  God  the  life  and  light  of  the  sou,. 

1  l\/fl"YGod,  my  hope,  if  thou  art  mine, 
J^J  Wiry  should  my  soul  with  sorrow 
On  thee  alone  I  cast  my  care  ;  [pine  ? 
O  leave  me  not  in  dark  despair. 

2  Though  every  comfort  should  depart, 
And  life  forsake  this  drooping  heart  ; 
One  smile  from  thee,  one  blissful  ray, 
Can  chase  the  shades  of  death  away. 

3  My  God,  my  life,  if  thou  appear, 
Not  death  itself  can  make  me  fear ; 


32  HYMN  XXVII. 

Thy  presence  cheers  the  sable  gloom, 
And  gilds  the  horrors  of  the  tomb. 

4  Not  all  its  terrors  can  affri-  ht, 

If  thou  appear,  my  God,  my  light  ; 
Thy  love  shall  all  my  fears  control, 
And  glory  dawn  around  my  soul. 

5  Should  all  created  blessings  fade, 
And  mourning  nature,  disurray'd 
Deplore  her  ev'ry  charm  withdrawn, 
Light,  hope,  and  joy  for  ever  gone  : 

6  Tho'  naught  remain  below  the  sky, 
To  please  my  taste,  my  ear,  my  eye, 
Be  thou  my  hope,  my  life,  my  light, 
Amid  the  universal  night. 

7  My  God,  be  thou  forever  nigh  ; 
Beneath  the  radiance  of  thine  eye, 
My  hope,  my  joy  shall  ever  rise, 
Nor  terminate  below  the  skies. 

HYMN  27.     (L.  M.)     Doddridge. 

Divine  light. 

1  TJRAISE  ye  the  Lord",  of  boundless 

With  uncreated  glories  bright, 

His  presence  gilds  the  worlds  above, 

Th'  unchanging  source  of  light  and  love. 

2  Let  there  be  light,  Jehovah  said  ; 
And  light  o'er  ali  creation  spread  ; 
Nature,  array'd  in  charms  unknown, 
Gay  with  its  new-born  lustre,  shone. 


HYMN  XXVIII.  33 

S  He  sees  the  mind,  when  lost  it  lies 
In  shades  of  ignorance  and  vice, 
And  darts  from  heav'n  a  vivid  ray  ; 
He  changes  midnight  into  day. 

'4  Shine  mighty  God  in  mercy  shine, 
On  this  benighted  heart  of  mine 
There  be  thy  brightest  glories  seal'd, 
As  in  my  Saviour's  face  reveal 'd. 

5  Thine  image  on  my  soul  impressed, 
In  radiant  lines,  shall  stand  confess'd, 
While  all  my  faculties  unite 
To  praise  the  Lord,  who  gives  me  light. 

HYMN  28.     (C.  M.)     Cowper. 

The  light  of  the  scrifitures. 

1  "%~WTHAT  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

If      Majestic  like  the  sun  ! 
It  gives  a  light  to  ev'ry  age  ; 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

2  The  hand  that  gave  it,  still  supplies 

His  gracious  light  and  heat ; 
His  truths  upon  the  nations  rise, 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

3  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine, 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heav'nly  day. 

4  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  paths  of  truth  and  love  ; 
D 


o4  HYMN  XXIX. 

Till  glory  break  upon  my  view 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 


HYMN  29.     (C.  M.)     Steele. 
Excellency  of  the  bible. — Ps.  cxix.  97. 

1  '  WJH  ATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 

|j     What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
For  ever  be  thy  name  ador'd 
For  these  celestial  lines  ! 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 

Exhaustless  riches  find  ; 
Riches,  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 

And  yields  a  sweet  repast ; 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

4  Here  springs  of  consolation  rise 

To  cheer  the  fainting  mind  ; 
And  thirsty  souls  receive  supplies, 
And  sweet  refreshment  find. 

5  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heav'nly  peace  around  ; 
And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound  ! 

6  O  may  these  heav'nly  pages  be 

My  refuge  and  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light ! 


HYMN  XXX,  XXXI.  25 

7  Divine  instructor,  gracious  Lord  ! 
Be  thou  for  ever  near  : 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  ray  Saviour  there  ! 

HYMN  30.     (L.  M.)     Stennett. 

Acceptance  through  Christ  alone. — John  xiv.  6. 

1  TTJ  O W  shall  the  sons  of  men  appear, 

'    |_ Great  God,  before  thine  awful  bar  ! 
How  may  the  guilty  hope  to  find 
Acceptance  with  th'  eternal  Mind  ? 

2  Not  vows,  nor  greans,  nor  broken  cries, 
Not  the  most  costly  sacrifice, 

Not  infant  blood  profusely  spilt 
Will  expiate  a  sinner's  guilt. 

3  The  blood  of  Christ,  and  his  alone, 
Hath  so v 'reign  virtue  to  atone  : 
Here  we  will  rest  our  only  plea, 
When  we  approach,  great  God,  to  thee, 

HYMN  31.    (C.  M.) 

Comfort  from  the  word. 

1  £^\  OD  and  his  law  are  my  delight, 

\y  My  glory  and  my  song  ; 
My  sure  support  by  day  and  night, 
The  pleasure  of  my  tongue. 

2  When  guilt  pursues  my  troubled  breast. 

His  word  I  svill  receive ; 
He  tells  me  where  my  faith  must  rest, 
And  helps  me  to  believe. 


36  HYMN  XXXII. 

3  When  darkness  overspreads  my  mind . 

His  word  supports  me  stiil  ; 
I'm  there  convinced  that  God  is  kind, 
Though  I  no  comfort  feel. 

4  When  sore  temptations  vex  my  soul, 

I  think  upon  his  word  ; 
His  promises  my  fears  control, 
And  lead  me  to  the  Lord. 

5  When  for  my  sins  my  heart  is  broke, 

And  tears  my  grief  disclose, 
His  word  directs  me  to  that  rock 
Whence  peaceful  pardon  flows. 

6  Are  my  afflictions  sharp  and  long  ? 

Does  pain  extreme  ensue  ? 
God's  word  I  trust,  his  arm  is  strong  ; 
His  goodness  bears  me  through. 

7  Glory  to  thee,  thou  God  of  love, 

For  favours  so  divine  ; 
Who  taught  my  thoughts  to  soar  above, 
And  made  these  blessings  mine. 

8  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  relief, 

Had  not  thy  truth  sustain'd, 
I  must  have  perish'd  in  my  grief, 
No  other  help  remain'd. 

HYMN  32.     (L.  M.)     Tucker. 

Wisdom,  justice  and  mercy  united. 

1   fi~\  LOVE  !  beyond  conception  great, 
\Jf  That  form'd  the  vast,  stupendous 
plan  ! 


HYMN  XXXIII.  57 

Where  all  divine  perfections  meet 
To  reconcile  rebellious  man  ! 

2  There  wisdom  shines  in  fullest  blaze, 

And  justice  all  her  rights  maintains  ! 

Astonish'd  angels  stoop  to  gaze, 

While  mercy  o'er  the  guilty  reigns. 

3 

Thus  mercy  reigns,  and  justice  too — 

In  Christ  harmoniously  they  meet : 

He  paid  to  justice  all  her  due, 

And  now  he  fills  the  mercy- seat. 

4  Such  are  the  wonders  of  our  God, 
And  such  th'  amazing  depths  of  grace, 
To  save  from  wrath's  vindictive  rod, 
The  chosen  sons  of  Adam's  race. 

5  But  O,  the  vast,  the  boundless  theme  ! 
Nor  human,  nor  angelic  mind, 

Can  touch  the  height,  or  sound  the  depth, 
Nor  all  their  brightest  pow'rs  combin'd. 

HYMN  33.     (S.  M.)     Kent. 

Church  coming  ufifrom  the  wilderness. 

1  "[71  ROM  sin's  dark,  thorny  maze, 

§7     To  Canaan's  fertile  plains, 
A  trav'ling  fair  one  in  distress, 
On  her  beloved  lgans. 

2  Thro'  fire  and  flood  she  goes, 

A  weakling  more  than  strong — 
Vents  in  his  bosom  all  her  woes, 
And,  leaning,  moves  along. 

D2 


38  HYMN     XXXIV. 

3  When  dangers  round  her  press, 
And  darkness  veils  the  skies, 

She  leans  upon  his  righteousness, 
From  whence  her  hopes  arise. 

4  She  views  the  cov'nant  sure  ; 
Her  hopes  all  centre  there  ; 

And  on  his  bosom  leans  secure, 
Who  gave  his  life  for  her. 

6       O'er  Jordan's  chilling  flood, 
When  call'd  by  death  to  go, 
Still  leaning  on  her  cov'nant  God, 
She'll  pass  triumphant  through . 

HYMN  34.     (C.  M.)     Gibbons. 
ZiorCs feast. — Isaiah  xxv.  6. 

I*  ''f\N  Zion,  his  most  holy  mount, 
\J     God  will  a  feast  prepare  ; 
And  Isr'ePs  sons  and  Gentile  lands 
Shall  in  the  banquet  share. 

2  Marrow  and  fatness  are  the  food 

His  bounteous  hand  bestows  ; 
Wine  on  the  lees,  and  well  refin'd., 
In  rich  abundance  flows. 

3  See  to  the  vilest  of  the  vile 

A  free  acceptance  given  ! 
See  rebels,  by  adopting  grace, 
Sit  with  the  heirs  of  heaven  ! 

4  The  pain'd,  the  sick,  the  dying,  now 

To  ease  and  health  restor'd, 


HYMN  XXXT.  39 

With  eager  appetites  partake 
The  plenties  of  the  board. 

5  But,  O,  what  draughts  of  bliss  unknown, 

What  dainties  shall  be  giv'n, 
When  with  the  myriads  round  the  throne 
We  join  the  feast  of  heav'n  ! 

6  There  joys  immeasurably  high 

Shall  overflow  the  soul ; 
And  springs  of  life  that  never  dry 
In  thousand  channels  roll. 

HYMN  25.    (C.  M.) 

The  increase  of  the  church  promised  and  pleaded. 

1  HlATHER,  is  not  thy  promise  pledg'd 
§J     To  thine  exalted  Son, 

That  through  the  nations  of  the  earth 
Thy  word  of  life  shall  run  ? 

2  "  Ask,  and  I  give  the  Heathen  lands 

"  For  thine  inheritance, 
'■  And  to  the  world's  remotest  shores 
"  Thine  empire  shall  advance." 

3  Hast  thou  not  said,  that  Abram's  seed 

Shall  tneir  Redeemer  own  ; 
Wrhile  Gentiles  the  same  promise  claim r 
And  bow  before  his  throne  ? 

4  When  shall  th'  untutor'd  Indian  tribes, 

A  dark  bewilder'd  race, 
Sit  down  at  our  iMMANUEi/s'feet, 
And  learn  and  feel  his  grace  ? 


40  HYMN  XXXVI. 

5  Arc  not  all  kingdoms,  tribes,  and  tongues, 

Under  th'  expanse  of  heav'n 
To  the  dominion  of  thy  Son 
Without  exemption  giv'n. 

6  From  east  to  west,  from  north  to  south, 

Then  be  his  name  ador'd  ! 
Europe,  with  all  thy  millions,  shout 
Hosannas  to  thy  Lord  ! 

7  Asia  and  Africa,  resound 

From  shore  to  shore  his  fame  : 
And  thou,  America,  in  songs 
Redeeming  love  proclaim ! 

HYMN  36.     (L.  M.)     Beddome. 

Thr  iticrease  of  the  church. 

1  TJ  EJOICEye  saints  that  Jesus  reigns  ! 

W,  Thro'  distant  lands  his  triumphs 

spread  ; 
And  sinners,  freed  from  endless  pains, 
Own  him  their  Saviour  and  their  head. 

2  His  sons  and  daughters  from  afar, 
Daily  at  Sion's  gate  arrive  ; 
Those  who  were  dead  in  sin  before, 
By  sov'reign  grace  are  made  alive. 

3  [Oppressors  bow  beneath  his  feet, 
O'ercome  by  his  victorious  power  ; 
Princes  in  humble  posture  wait, 
And  proud  blasphemers  learn  t'  adore 

4  Gentiles  and  Jews  his  laws  obey, 
Nations  remote  their  ofPrings  bring  ; 


HYMN  XXXVIL  41 

By  grace  constraint,  their  homage  pay- 
To  their  Almighty  God  and  King.] 

5  O  may  his  conquest  still  increase, 
His  povvV  every  foe  subdue  ; 
While  angels  celebrate  his  praise, 
And  saints  his  spreading  glories  show, 

6  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb, 
From  all  below  and  all  above  ; 
In  lofty  songs  exalt  his  name, 
In  songs  as  lasting  as  his  love. 

HYMN  37.     (L.  M.)     Beck's  Col. 
True  ivisdom. 

1  IfT  APPY  the  man  who  finds  the  grace, 

The  blessings  of  God's  chosen  race, 
The  wisdom  coming  from  above, 
And  faith  that  sweetly  works  by  love  ! 

2  Happy  is  he,  who  thus  can  say, 
The  Lord,  the  Saviour  dy'd  for  me  : 
,The  gift  unspeakable  obtains, 

And  heavn'ly  understanding  gains. 

3  Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  paths  are  paths  of  peace  ; 
Wisdom  to  silver  we  prefer, 

And  gold  is  dross  compar'd  with  hen 

4  He  finds,  who  wisdom  apprehends, 
A  life  begun  that  never  ends  : 
The  tree  of  life  divine  she  is, 

Set  in  the  midst  of  Paradise. 


42  HYMN  XXXVIIf. 

5  Happy  the  man  who  wisdom  gains- — 
In  whose  obedient  heart  she  reigns  : 
He  owns,  and  will  for  ever  own, 
Wisdom,  and  Christ,  and  heav'n  are  one. 

HYMN  38.     (C.  M.)     Cowper. 

Fountain — John  xix.  34. — 1  John  i.  7. 

1  fTHHERE    is   a   fountain   fill'd   with 

blood, 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 
And  sinners  plung'd  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
And  there  may  I,  as  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  The  great  Redeemer's  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  pow'r, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  sav'd,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  If  I  by  faith  behold  the  stream 

His*  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  shall  be  my  theme, 
And  I  shall  never  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  powVto  save  ; 
When  this  poor  lisping,  falt'ring  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 


HYMN  XXXfX,  XL.  43 

HYMN  39.     (L.  M.)     Doddridge. 
The   Gospel  Jubilee  — -Psalm  Ixxxix.—  1  5. 

1  T    OUD  let  the  Gospel  trumpet  sound, 

[_j  And  spread  the  joyful  tidings  round  ; 
Let  ev'ry  soul  with  transport  hear, 
And  hail  the  Lord's  accepted  year." 

2  Ye  debtors,  whom  he  gives  to  know 
That  you  ten  thousand  talents  owe, 
When  humble  at  his  feet  you  faU, 
Your  gracious  God  forgives  them  all. 

3  The  rich  inheritance  of  heav'n, 
Your  joy,  your  boast,  is  freely  giv'n  ; 
Fair  Salem  your  arrival  waits, 
With  golden  streets  and  pearly  gates. 

4  Her  blest  inhabitants  no  more, 
Bondage  and  poverty  deplore  ; 

No  debt,  but  love  immensely  great ; 
Their  joy  still  rises  with  the  debt. 

5  O  happy  souls,  that  know  the  sound, 
Celestial  light  their  steps  surround, 
And  shew  that  jubilee  begun, 
Which  through  eternal  years  shall  run. 

HYMN  40.     (L.  M.)     Medley. 
/ 

The   birth  of  Christ. — Luke  ii.  14. 

1  1^yl~ORTALS,  awake,  with  angels  join- 
l_vJL  ^nc*  cnant  tne  solemn  lay  ; 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude  combine, 
To  hail  th'  auspicious  clay. 


44      v  HWN  XLT. 

2  In  heav'n  the  rapt'rous  song  began, 

While  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Thro'  all  the  shining  iegions  ran, 
And  tun'd  the  golden  lyre. 

3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 

And  loud  the  echo  rolPd  ; 
The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  were  new  ; 
'Twas  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 

4  Down  thro'  the  portals  of  the  sky 

TV  impetuous  torrent  ran  ; 
And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

[5  Wrapt  in  the  silence  of  the  night 
Lay  all  the  eastern  world, 
When  bursting,  glorious,  heavenly  light 
The  wondrous  scene  unfurl 'd.] 

6  Hark  !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 
And  glory  leads  the  song  : 
Good- will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
Th'  harmonious,  heav'nly  throng. 

[7  Hail,  prince  of  life,  forever  hail  ! 
Redeemer,  brother,  friend ! 
Tho'  earth,  and  time,  and  life  should  fail. 
Thy  praise  shall  never  end.] 

HYMN  41     (C.  M.)     Brown. 

Works  vain  as  to  merit. — Mic.  vi.  6 — S. 

1  TfX OW  shall  I  come  before  the  Lord, 


H 


And  bow  before  his  throne  ? 


HYMN  XLlf.  45 

Or  how  procure  his  kind  regard  ? 
Or  for  my  guilt  atone  ? 

2  Shall  altars  flame,  and  victims  bleed, 

And  spicy  fumes  ascend? 
Will  these  my  earnest  wish  succeed, 
And  make  my  God  my  friend  ? 

3  Should  thousand  rams  in  flames  expire, 

Would  these  his  favour  buy  ? 
Or  oil,  that  should,  for  holy  fire, 
Ten  thousand  streams  supply  f 

4  With  trembling  hands,  and  bleeding  heart, 

Should  I  my  offspring  slay ; 
Would  this  a  cheerful  hope  impart, 
Or  purge  my  guilt  away  ? 

5  Ah !  no,  my  soul,  'twere  fruitless  all ; 

Such  victims  bleed  in  vain ; 
No  fatlings,  from  the  field  or  stall, 
Such  favour  can  obtain  ! 

6  None,  but  a  dying  Saviour's  blood, 

Gan  all  thy  guilt  remove  ; 
This  plead,  my  soul,  before  thy  God, 
And  sing  redeeming  love. 

HYMN  42     (L.  M.)     Scott. 
Balm  of  Giiead. — Jer.  viii.  22. 

1  Tl  7  HY  droops  my  soul  with  grief  op- 
VV  prest? 

Why  these  wild  tumults  in  my  breast  ? 
Is  there  no  balm  to  heal  my  wound  ? — 
No  kind  physician  to  be  found  ? 
E 


46  HYMN  XLIIL 

2  Lo !  in  the  gospel's  faithful  lines, 
J.  hovah's  boundless  mercy  shines  ; 
There  drest  in  love  the  Saviour  stands, 
With  bleeding  heart  and  wounded  hands ! 

3  Raise  to  the  cross  thy  weeping  eyes  ; 
Behold  the  prince  o'f  glory  dies  ; 

He  dies,  extended  on  the  tree, 

Thence  sheds  a  sovereign  balm  for  thee. 

4  My  Saviour,  at  thy  feet  I  lie, 
Here  to  receive  a  cure  or  die  ! 

But  grace  forbids  that  painful  fear — 
Infinite  grace,  which  triumphs  here  ! 

5  Great  God   extract  the  poison'd  dart, 
Bind  up  and  heal  my  broken  heart  ; 
With  blooming  health  my  face  adorn, 
And  change  my  gloomy  night  to  morn. 

HYMN  43.     (L.  M.)     Hoskins. 

Christ  our  Light, 

1  £~^i  REAT  Light  of  life,  thou  nature's 
%JS  Lord, 

Bring  light  from  darkness  by  thy  word  ; 
Shine  in  our  hearts,  in  mercy  shine, 
To  give  the  light  of  truth  divine, 

2  Light  of  our  souls  !  thyself  reveal; 
Thy  po   'r  and  presence  let  us  feel ; 
And  know  and  see  those  wondrous  hings 
Conceal'd    from    prophets,    priests    and 

kings. 


HYMN  XLIV.  47 

3  Now  in  the  face  of  Christ,  our  Lord, 
His  righteousness  and  pard'ning  blood, 
May  we  behold  our  all  in  all, 

And  at  the  feet  of  mercy  fall. 

4  There  thy  perfections  shine  most  bright ; 
May  we  behold  them  with  delight ; 
And  see  ho^v  justice,  truth  and  grace 
Unite  and  smile  in  Jesus'  face. 

5  Great  Sun  of  righteousness  !  arise 
Open  our  long  benighted  eyes  ; 
Shine,  mighty  Lord  from  day  to  day, 
Till  all  that's  dark  be  done  away. 

HYMN  44.  (L.  M.)     Steele. 
A  dying  Saviour — Mark,  xv.  29 — 38. 

1  QTRETCH'D  on  the  cross,  the  Sa- 
J5  viour  dies, 

Hark  !  his  expiring  groans  arise  ; 

See,  hpw  the  sacred  crimson  tide 

Flows  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side  1 

2  Here's  pain  and  love  beyond  degree  * 
What  sudden  griefs  and  joys  we  see  ! 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again  ! 

3  And  didst  thou  bleed,  for  sinners  bleed  ? 
And  could  the  sun  behold  the  deed  ? 
No !  he  withdrew  his  sick'ning  ray, 
And  darkness  veii'd  the  mourning  day. 

4  To  suffer  in  the  traitor's  place- 
To  die  for  man,  surprising  grace  ! 


48  HTIMNXLV. 

The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb  ! 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home. 

5  He  "  lives  for  ever,  wondrous  king  ! 
Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  !" 
He  asks  the  monster, tfc  where's  thy  sting  ? 
And  where's  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  grave  !" 

6  Fain  would  our  souls,  arise  and  sing, 
The  glories  of  our  Saviour  King, 
The  condescension  of  his  love. 

In  concert  with  the  choir  above, 

7  When  Jesus  dy'd  the  Christ  was  slain, 
To  save  my  soul  from  endless  pain ; 
ThatChristhas  dy'd,  shall  be  my  theme, 
White  I  have  breath  to  praise  his  name. 

HYMN  45.     (CM.)     Newton. 


"JJTttEN  Jesus  hung  upon  the  tree, 
y      In  agoiiies  and  biood, 
He  nx'd  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

2  O  never  till  my  latest  breath 

Can  I  forget  that  look  : 
lie  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Tho'  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

3  A  second  look  he  gave  and  said, 

Ci  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 
"  This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid  ; 
"  I  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 


HYMN  XLVI,  XL VII.  49 

4  With  pleasing  grief  and  mournful  joy, 
My    pint  now  i$  fill'd, 
That  I  should  such  a  life  destroy, 
Yet  live  by  him  I  kill'd. 

HYMN  46.     (L.  M.)     Wallin. 
Chrises  Resurrection. — Matt,  xxvjii   5. 

1  1I7HEN  I  the  lonely  tomb  survey, 

W  Where  once  my  Saviour  degn'd 
I  see  fulfill'd  what  prop  arts  say,  [to  lie, 
And  ail  the  pow'rs  of  death  defy. 

2  This  empty  tomb  shall  now  proclaim, 
How  weak  the  bands  of  conquer'd  death ; 
Sweet  pledge !  that  all  who  trust  his  name, 
Shall  rise  and  draw  immortal  breath  ! 

3  Jesus,  once  number 'd  with  the  dead, 
Unseals  his  eyes  to  bleep  no  more  ; 
And  ever  lives  their  cause  to  plead, 
For  whom  the  pains  of  death  he  bore. 

4  '  Though  in  the  dust  I  lay  my  h  ad, 
Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  flesh  for  ever  with  the  dead, 

Nor  lose  thy  children  in  the  grave.' 

HYMN  27.     (L.  M,)    Wesley. 

Christ's  Ascension. — Psalm  xxiv.  7 — 10.' 
1   J^kUR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead ; 
%^p   Our  Saviour  is  gone  up  on  high ; 
The  pow'rs  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragg'd  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

E  2 


50  HYMN  XL VIII. 

2  There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay  : 

"  Lift  up  your  heads  ye  heavenly  gates ! 
"  Ye  everlasting  doors  give  way  !" 

3  Loose  all  your  bars  of  shining  light, 
And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene ; 
He  claims  those  mansions  as  his  right 
Receive  the  king  of  glory  in. 

4  "  Who  is  the  king  of  glory,  who  ?" 
The  Lord,  that  all  his  foes  o'ercame  ; 
The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew, 
And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror's  name. 

5  "  Who  can  this  king  of  glory,  be  ?" 
The  Lord  of  boundless  pow'r  possest, 
The  king  of  saints  and  angels  he, 
God  over  all,  for  ever  blest ! 

HYMN  48.    (L.M.) 

All  in  alL 

1TN  Christ,  I've  all  my  soul's  desire ; 
\\    His  spirit  does  my  heart  inspire 
With  boundless  wishes  large  and  high, 
His  grace  will  all  my  wants  supply. 

2  Christ  is  my  hope,  my  strength  and  guide ; 
For  me  he  bled,  and  groan'd,  and  dy'd ; 
He  is  my  sun,  to  give  me  light, 

He  is  my  soul's  supreme  delight. 

3  Christ  is  the  source  of  all  my  bliss, 
My  wisdom,  and  my  righteousness. 


HYMN  XLIX.  51 

My  Saviour.  Brother,  and  my  Friend ; 
On  him  alone  I  now  depend. 

4  Christ  is  my  King  to  rule  and  bless, 
And  all  my  troubles  to  redress  ; 
He's  my  salvation  and  my  all, 
Whate'er  on  earth  shall  me  befall. 

5  Christ  is  my  strength  and  portion  too, 
My  soul  in  him  can  all  things  do ; 
Thro'  him  I'll  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
And  death  and  hell  my  soul  outbrave. 

HYMN  49     (L.  M.)     Gregg. 
ATot  ashamed  of  ./£sws— Mark  viii.  38- 

JESUS,  how  can  it  ever  be, 
That  mortal  man's  asham'd  of  thee ! 
Scorn'd  be  the  thought,  by  rich  and  poor 
His  name  be  honor 'd  more  and  more. 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

[3  Asham'd  of  Jesus !  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon ; 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul  'till  he, 
Bright  morning-star,  bid  darkness  flee. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus !  shall  yon  field 

Blush,  when  it  thinks  who  bids  it  yield  ? 
Yet  blush  I  must  while  I  adore ; 
X  blush  to  think  I  yield  no  more.] 


52  HYMN  L. 

5  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  ? 
No  !  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

6  Asham'd  of  Jesus !  yes,  I  may 
When  I've  no  crimes  to  wash  away ; 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fear  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 

7  Till  then,  (nor  is  my  boasting  vain,) 
Till  then  I  boast'a  Saviour  slain  ! 
And,  O  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me. 

HYMN  50     (C.  M.)     Hart. 

Christ  the  believer's   Surety. 

1  "W"WT"hat  slavish  fears  molest  my  mind, 

W   And  vex  my  sickly  soul! 
How  is  it,  Lord,  that  thou  art  kind ; 
And  yet  I  am  not  whole  ? 

2  Ah,  why  should  unbelief  and  pride. 

With  all  their  hellish  train, 

Still  in  my  ransom'd  soul  abide, 

A.id  give  me  all  this  pain  ? 

3  Thy  word  is  past  ;  thy  promise  made  : 

With  power  it  came  from  heav'n  : 
* Cheer  up  desponding  soul"  it  said, 
Thy  sins  are  all  forgiven. 

4  "lam  thy  God  ,  thy  guide  till  death, 

"  Thine  everlasting  friend  : 
46  On  me  for  love,  for  works,  for  faitb, 
"  On  me  for  all  depend." 


HYMN  LI.  53 

5  Jesus,  thy  blood  has  bought  my  peace, 

,\nd  paid  the  heavy  debt ; 
Hasgiv'n  a  fair  and  full  release; 
But  I'm  in  prison  yet. 

6  Lord,  break  the  bars,  which  thus  confine. 

These  chains  that  gall  me  so  ; 
Say  to  that  cruel  jailor,  sin  ; 
"  Loose  him,  and  let  him  go. 

HYMN  51     (C.  M.)     Doddridge. 

Pardon  sfioken  by  Christ.     Matt.  ix.  2. 

1  Ik  M  Y  Saviour,  let  me  hear  thy  voice, 

^  H  Pronounce  the  words  of  peace  ! 
And  all  my  warmest  powers  shall  join 
To  celebrate  thy  grace. 

2  With  gentle  smiles  call  me  thy  child, 

And  speak  my  sins  forgiv'n  ; 
The  accents  mild  shall  charm  mine  ear 
As  words  that  come  from  heav'n. 

3  Cheerful,  where'er  thy  hand  shall  lead, 

The  darkest  path  I'll  tread, 
Cheerful,  I'll  quit  these  mortal  shores, 
And  mingle  with  the  dead. 

4  When  dreadful  guilt  is  done  away, 

No  other  fears  we  know  ; 
That  hand,  which  scatters  pardons  down, 
Shall  crowns  of  life  bestow. 


'F 


HYMN  52.  (L.  M.)  Gibbons. 
Divine  forgiveness — Luke  vii.  47. 

ORGIVENESS  !  'tis  a  joyful  sound 
To  malefactors  doom'd  to  die  : 


54  HYMN  LII,  LIII. 

Publish  the  bliss  the  world  around ; 
Ye  seraphs  shout  it  from  the  sky  ! 

2  'Tis  the  rich  gift  of  love  divine  , 
'Tis  lull,  out  measuring  every  crime  : 
Unclouded  shall  its  glories  shine, 
And  feel  no  change  by  changing  time. 

3  O'er  sins  unnumber'd  as  the  sand, 
And  like  the  mountains  for  their  size, 
The  seas  of  sovereign  grace  expand, — 
The  seas  of  sovereign  grace  arise. 

4  For  this  stupendous  love  of  heaven 
What  grateful  honour  shall  we  show  ? 
Where  such  transgressions  are  forgiv'n, 
Let  love  in  equal  ardours  glow: 

5  By  this  inspir'd,  let  all  our  days 
With  various  holiness  be  crown'd 

Let  truth  and  goodness,  prayer  and  praise, 
In  all  abide,  m  all  abound. 

HYMN  53  (C.  M.)     Steele. 

Saviour — John  iv.  47. 

1  r  1!  HE  Saviour !  O  what  endless  charms 

I      Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound  ! 
Its  influence  ev'ry  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  sweet  comfort  round. 

2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 

In  rich  effusion  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin, 
And  doom'd  to  endless  woe. 


HYMN  LIV.  55 

3  Th'  almighty  former  of  the  skies, 

Stoop'd  to  our  vile  abode ; 
While  angels  view'd  with  wond'ring  eyes 
And  hail'd  th'  incarnate  God. 

4  He  bore  our  sins,  and  set  us  free  ; 

No  charge  on  us  can  lie ; 
His  blood's  an  all-sufficient  plea, 
Our  souls  to  justify. 

5  O  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine, 

Of  bliss  a  boundless  store  ! 
If  I  may  call  this  Saviour  mine, 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

6  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 

Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall ; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 
My  Saviour  and  my  all. 

HYMN  54  (C.  M.)    Stennett. 

Eat,  O  Friends,  &c. — Cant.  v.    1. 

1  T    ORD,  at  thy  table  I  behold 

t|^j  The  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 
But  most  of  all  admire,  that  I 
Should  find  a  welcome  place. 

2  I  that  am  all  defiPd  with  sin, 

A  rebel  to  my  God  ; 
I  that  have  crucify 'd  his  son, 
And  trampled  on  his  blood. 

3  What  strange  surprising  grace  is  this, 

That  such  a  soul  has  room  ! 


56  HYMN  LV. 

My  Saviour  takes  me  by  the  hand — 
'Tis  Jesus  bids  me  come. 

4  Eat,  O  my  friends,  the  Saviour  cries, 

The  feast  was  made  for  you  ; 
For  you  I  groan 'd  and  bled,  and  died, 
And  rose,  and  triumph'd  too. 

5  He  that  prepares  this  rich  repast, 

Comes  down  himself  and  dies ; 
And  then  invites  us  to  a  feast 
Upon  the  sacrifice. 

6  These  sacred  signs  assist  our  sense  ; 

That  faith  on  Christ  may  feed  ; 
He  is  the  bread  of  excellence, 
And  meat  and  drink  indeed  ! 

HYMN  55.  (L.  M.)  Harrison. 

Hating  sin. 

1  g~\  COULD  I  find  some  peaceful  bow'r , 
\_P  Where  sin  has  neither  place  nor  pow'r ; 
This  traitor  vile,  I  fain  would  shun, 

But  cannot  from  his  presence  run. 

2  When  to  the  throne  of  grace  I  flee, 
He  stands  between  my  God  and  me, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest, 
Ifeel him  working  in  my  breast. 

3  When  I  attempt  to  soar  above, 

To  view  the  heights  of  Jesus'  love  ; 
This  monster  seems  to  mount  the  skies, 
And  veils  his  glory  to  mine  eyes. 


HYMN  LVI.  57 

4  Lord,  free  me  from  this  deadly  foe, 
Which  keeps  my  faith  and  hope  so  low  ; 
I  long  to  dwell  in  heav'n,  my  home, 
Where  not  one  sinful  thought  can  come. 

HYMN  56.  (L.  M.)  Fawcett. 
"  What  must  I  do  to  be  saved  ?" — Actsix.  6. 

1  TIT  ITH  melting  heart  and  weeping 

V  V  m  eyes, 

My  guilty  soul  for  mercy  cries  ; 
What  shall  I  do,  or  whither  flee, 
T'  escape  that  vengeance  due  to  me  ? 

2  Till  now,  I  saw  no  danger  nigh ; 
I  liv'd  at  ease,  nor  fear'd  to  die  ; 
Wrapt  up  in  self-deceit  and  pride, 

c<  I  shall  have  peace  at  last,"  I  cry*d. 

3  But  when,  Great  God  !  thy  light  divine 
Had  shone  on  this  dark  soul  of  mine, 
Then  I  beheld,  with  trembling  awe, 
The  terrors  of  thy  holy  law. 

4  How  dreadful  now  my  guilt  appears, 

In  childhood,  youth,  and  growing  years  ! 
Before  thy  pure  discerning  eye, 
Lord,  what  a  filthy  wretch  am  I ! 

5  Should  vengeance  still  my  soul  pursue, 
Death  and  destruction  are  my  due  ; 
Yet  mercy  can  my  guilt  forgive, 
And  bid  a  dying  sinner  live. 

6  Does  not  thy  sacred  word  proclaim 
Salvation  free  in  Jesus'  name  ? 

F 


58  HYMN  LVII. 

To  him  I  look,  and  humbly  cry, 

"  O  save  a  wretch  condemn 'd  to  die  V7 

HYMN  57.  (C.  M.)  Steele. 
Penitence  and  hofie. 

1  jffc  LESS'D  Saviour!  when  my  thoughts 
(j         recall 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
Low  at  thy  feet  asham'd  1  fall, 
And  hide  this  wretched  face. 

2  Shall  love  like  thine  be  thus  repaid  ? 

Ah,  vile  ungrateful  heart ! 
By  earth's  low  cares  detain'd — betray 'el 
From  Jesus  to  depart. — 

3  From  Jesus, — who  alone  can  give 

True  pleasure,  peace  and  rest : 
When  absent  from  my  Lord,  I  live 
Unsatisfy'd,  unblest. 

4  But  he  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 

My  wandering  soul  restores  : 
He  bids  the  mourning  heart  partake 
The  pardon  it  implores. 

5  Oh,  while  I  breathe  to  thee,  my  Lord, 

The  penitential  sigh, 
Confirm  the  kind  forgiving  word, 
With  pity  in  thine  eye ! 

6  Then  shall  the  mourner  at  thy  feet 

Rejoice  to  seek  thy  face  : 
And  grateful  own  how  kind,  how  sweet, 
Thy  condescending  grace. 


HYMN  LVIII,  LIX.  59 

HYMN  58.  (L.  M.)  Newton. 
Prayer  for  restoration. 

1  "¥"  TPON  thine  arm,  O  Lord,  I  rest ; 

(  j    Thy  gracious  voice  forbids  my  fear ; 
No  storms  disturb  my  peaceful  breast, 
No  foes  succeed,  when  thou  art  near. 

2  But  since  from  thee  I  went  astray, 
Nothing  but  trouble  have  I  known; 
And  Satan  marks  me  for  his  prey, 
Because  he  sees  me  left  alone. 

3  My  Sun  is  hid,  my  comforts  lost, 
My  graces  droop,  my  sins  revive  ; 
Distress'd,  dismay 'd,  and  tempest- toss/d? 
My  wandering  soul  is  just  alive. 

4  Lord  hear  my  cry,  and  rescue  me, 
Put  all  my  enemies  to  shame ; 
And  let  them  in  my  sorrow  see, 
That  I  have  trusted  in  thy  name. 

5  And  should  I  then  ungrateful  prove, 
And  not  return  thee  love  for  love ; 
If  hell  my  portion  still  could  be, 

1  have  deserv'd  it  all  from  thee. 

HYMN  59.  (S.  M.) 

A  beam  of  hofie. 

1  "M  IWY  former  hopes  are  dead, 
A  V  i_  My  terror  now  begins  : 
I  feel  alas !  that  I  am  dead 
In  trespasses  and  sins. 


60  HYMN  LX. 

2  Ah  whither  shall  I  fly? 

I  hear  the  thunder  roar ; 
The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 
And  vengeance  at  the  door. 

3  When  I  review  my  ways, 

I  dread  th'  impending  doom ; 
But  sure  a  friendly  whisper  says, 
"  Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come." 

4  I  see,  or  think  I  see, 

A  glimm'ring  from  afar ; 
A  beam  of  day  that  shines  for  me, 
To  save  me  from  despair. 

5  Forerunner  of  the  sun, 

It  marks  the  pilgrim's  way ; 
I'll  gaze  upon  it  while  I  run, 
And  watch  the  rising  day. 

6  Come,  holy  Spirit,  come, 

Let  thy  bright  beams  arise  ; 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

7  'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart.... 

To  sanctify  the  soul.... 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  ev'ry  part, 
And  new- create  the  whole. 

HYMN  60.  (L.  M.)  Steele. 

To  whom   shall  we  go,  but  unto  thee  ?  or.  Life  and 
safety  in  Christ  alone. — John  vi.  67-69. 

1  f  ■  ^HOU  only  sovereign  of  my  heart, 
1      My  refuge,  my  Almighty  friend ; 


HYMN  LXI.  61 

Let  not  my  soul  from  thee  depart, 
On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend. 

2  Whither,  ah  !  whither  shall  I  go, 

A  wretched  wanderer  from  my  Lord  ? 
Can  this  dark  world  of  sin  and  woe 
One  glimpse  of  happiness  afford  ? 

3  Eternal  life  thy  words  impart, 
On  these  my  fainting  spirit  lives  ; 
Here  sweeter  comforts  cheer  my  heart 
Than  all  the  round  of  nature  gives. 

4  Let  earth's  alluring  joys  combine, 
While  thou  art  near,  in  vain  they  call ; 
One  smile,  one  blissful  smile  of  thine, 
My  gracious  Lord  outweighs  them  alL 

5'  Thy  name  my  inmost  powers  adore, 
Thou  art  my  life,  my  joy,  my  care  ; 
Depart  from  thee — 'tis  death — 'tis  more, 
'Tis  endless  ruin,  deep  despair ! 

6  Low  at  thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie, 
Here  safety  dwells,  and  peace  divine : 
Still  let  me  live  beneath  thine  eye, 
For  life,  eternal  life,  is  thine. 

HYMN  61.  (C.  M.)  Jones. 
The  successful  resolve. 

1  "W  7*E  abject  sinners,  in  whose  breast 
V  V     A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  ; 
Come,  with  our  guilt  and  fear  opprcst, 
And  make  this  last  resolve : 

JF  2 


62  HYMN  LXII. 

2  "  We'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  our  sin 

"  Hath  like  a  mountain  rose ; 
"  We  know  his  courts,  we'll  enter  in, 
"  Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "  We  can  but  perish,  if  we  go  ; 

"  We  are  resolv'd  to  try : 
"  For,  if  we  stay  away,  we  know 
"  We  must  for  ever  die." 

4  But  if  we  die  while  mercy's  sought, 

And  we  the  King  have  tried, 
This  were  to  die  (delightful  thought !) 
As  sinners  never  died. 

HYMN  62.  (C.  M.)  Doddridge. 
Race.— 1  Cor.  ix.  24. 

1  A    WAKE,  my   soul,   stretch  ev'ry 
x\.         nerve, 

And  press  with  vigour  on  : 
A  heavenly  prize  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey ; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice, 

Which  calls  thee  from  on  high : 
'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

4  Blest  Saviour,  introduc'd  by  thee, 

Have  I  my  race  begun : 


HYMN  LXIII.  62 

When  crown'd  with  vict'ry,  at  thy  feet 
I'll  lay  my  honors  down. 

HYMN  63.  (C.  M.)  Cowper. 

Walking  with  God. — Gen.  v  24. 

OFOR  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
A  calm  and  heav'nlv  frame ; 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road, 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 
When  first  I  sought  the  Lord  ? 

Where  is  the  soul -refreshing  view, 
Of  Jesus,  and  his  word  ? 

What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoy'd : 
How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still ! 

But  they  have  left  an  aching  void, 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

Return,  O  holy  dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 

And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be ; 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 

And  worship  only  thee. 

So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road, 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


64  HYMN  LXIV,  LXV. 

HYMN  64.  (C.  M.)  Steele. 

Devotion. 

1  TOW  should  our  songs,  like  those 
j£i         above, 

With  warm  devotion  rise  ! 
How  should  our  souls,  on  wings  of  love, 
Mount  upward  to  the  skies ! 

2  But  ah  !  the  son«\  how  cold  it  flows  ! 

How  languid  our  desire  ! 
How  faint  the  sacred  passion  glows, 
Till  thou  the  heart  inspire  ! 

3  Let,  mighty  Lord,  thy  glory  shine, 

And  fill  thy  dwellings  h^re, 
Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine, 
A  heav'n  on  earth  appear. 

4  Then  shall  our  hearts  enraptur'd  say, 

Come,  great  Redeemer,  come, 
And  bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day, 
That  calls  thy  children  home. 

HYMN  65.  (L.  M.)  Doddridge. 

Vision  of  dry  bones — F.zek.  xxxvii.  3. 

1  "Ij      OOK  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying 
_Li         eye, 

See  Adam's  race  in  ruin  lie  ; 

Sin  spreads  its  trophies  o'er  the  ground, 

And  scatters  slau^hter'd  heaps  around, 

2  And  can  these  mouldering  rorp  es  live? 
And  can  these  perish'd  bones  revive  ? 


HYMN  LXVI.  65 

That,  mighty  God,  to  thee  is  known! 
That  wondrous  work  is  all  thine  own. 

3  Thy  ministers  are  sent  in  vain, 
To  prophesy  upon  the  slain ; 

In  vain  they  call,  in  vain  they  cry, 
Till  thine  almighty  aid  is  nigh. 

4  But  if  thy  Spirit  deign  to  breathe, 

Life  spreads  thro'  all  the  realms  of  death  ; 
Dry  bones  obey  thy  pow'riul  voice  ; 
They  move — they  waken — they  rejoice. 

5  So  when  thy  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Shall  shake  the  heavens,  and  rend   the 

ground, 
De  id  saints  shall  from  their  tombs  arise. 
And  spring  to  life  beyond  the  skies. 

HYMN  66.    (C.  M.)     Cowper. 

Ob  ■  clievce. 

1   "7WTO  strength  of  nature  can  suffice 
L^j     To  serve  the  Lord  aright ; 
And  what  she  has,  she  misapplies, 
For  want  of  clearer  light. 

2  How  long  beneath  the  law  I  lay, 
In  bondage  and  distress ! 

I  toil'd,  the  precept  to  obey ; 
But  toil'd  without  success. 

3  Then,  to  abstain  from  outward  sin 
Was  more  than  I  could  do ; 

Now,  if  I  feel  its  pow'r  within, 
I  feel  I  hate  it  too  : 


66  HYMN  LX  VII,  LXVII. 

4  Then,  all  my  servile  works  were  done, 

A  righteousness  to  raise  ; 
Now,  freely  chosen  in  the  Son, 
I  freely  choose  his  ways. 

5  ■  What  shall  I  do  ?  was  then  the  word, 

1  That  I  may  worthier  grow  ? 

1  What  shall  I  render  to  the  Lord  ?" 

Is  my  inquiry  now. 

6  To  see  the  law  by  Christ  fulfilPd, 

And  hear  his  pard'ning  voice, 
Changes  a  slave  inro  a  child, 
And  duty  into  choice. 

7  'Tis  he  directs  my  doubtful  ways, 

When  dangers  line  the  road ; 
Here  I  my  Ebenezer  raise, 
And  trust  a  gracious  God. 

HYMN  67.  (C.  M.)     Stennett. 

Indwelling  sin  lamented. 

7"ITH  tears  of  anguish  1  lament, 
Here  at  thy  feet,  my  God, 
My  passion,  pride,  and  discontent, 
And  vile  ingratitude. 

2  Sure  there  was  ne'er  a  heart  so  base, 
So  false  as  mine  has  been  : 

So  faithless  to  his  promises 
So  prone  to  every  sin. 

3  My  reason  tells  me  thy  commands 
Are  holy,  just,  and  true  ; 

Tells  me  whate'er  my  God  demands 
Is  his  most  righteous  due. 


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HYMN  LXVIII.  67 

4  Reason  T  hear,  her  counsels  weigh, 
And  all  her  words  approve  ; 

But  still  I  find  it  hard  t'  obey, 
And  harder  yet  to  love. 

5  How  long,  my  Saviour,  shall  I  feel 
These  smugglings  in  my  breast  ? 

When  wilt  thou  bow  my  stubborn  will, 
And  give  my  conscience  rest  ? 

6  Break,  sovereign  grace,  O  break  the 

charm, 
And  set  the  captive  free : 
Reveal,  Almighty  God,  thine  arm 
And  haste  to  rescue  me. 

HYMN  68.  (C.  M).     Watts'  Sermons. 
Holy  fortitude.— I  Cor.  xvi.   13. 

1     A    Mia  soldier  of  the  cross, 
J\  A  folPwer  ot  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause,— 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies, 
On  flow'ry  beds  of  ease  ; 

While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  saird  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ; 
Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 

Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign  ; 
Increase  my  courage,  Lord  I 


68  HYMN  LXIX,  LXX. 

I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer  though  they  die : 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

HYMN  69.     (L.  M.)    Newton. 
Traveller  to  Zion. 

IAS  when  the  weary  trav'ller  gains 
/\    The  height  of  some  o'erlooking  hill 
His  heart  revives,  if,  'cross  the  plains, 
He  eyes  his  home,  tho'  distant  still. 

2  Thus,  when  the  christian  pilgrim  views, 
By  faith,  his  mansion  in  the  skies ; 
The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews, 
And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the  prize. 

3  'Tis  there,  with  Jesus,  he's  to  dwell, 
To  spend  an  everlasting  day  : 
There  shall  he  bid  his  cares  farewell, 
For  Christ  shall  wipe  his  tears  away. 

HYMN  70.     (C  M.)     Gibbons. 

Inquiring  the  road  to  Zion. — Psalm  lxxxiv.  7. 

1  TF  Lord  I  have,  ne'er  yet,  begun 
1    To  tread  the  heavenly  road, 


HYMN  LXXI.  69 

O  teach  my  wand'ring  feet  the  way 
To  Zion's  blest  abode  ! 

-2  Or,  if  I'm  traveling  in  the  path, 
Assist  me  with  thy  strength, 
And  let  me  swift  advances  make, 
And  reach  thine  heav'n  at  length  ! 

3  My  care,  my  hope,  my  first  request, 
Are  all  compris'd  in  this, 
To  follow  where  thy  saints  have  led, 
And  then  partake  their  bliss. 

HYMN  71.     fltt  M.)     Needham. 

Lost  sheefc  found. — Luke  xv   3,  4. 

i  XTI7HEN    some  kind  shepherd    from 
▼  ▼  his  fold, 

Has  lost  a  straying  sheep ; 
Thro'  vales,  o'er  hills,  he  anxious  roves. 
And  climbs  the  mountains  steep. 

2  But  O  the  joy  1  the  transport  sweet ! 

When  he  the  wand'rer  finds  ; 
Up  in  his  arms  he  takes  his  charge, 
And  to  his  shoulder  binds. 

3  Homeward  he  hastes  to  tell  his  joys, 

And  make  his  bliss  complete  : 
The  neighbours  hear  the  news,  and  all 
The  joyful  shepherd  greet. 

4  Yet  how  much  greater  is  the  joy 

When  but  one  sinner  turns  ; 
When  the  poor  wretch,  with  broken  heart, 
His  sins  and  errors  mourns. 


70  HYMN  LXXII. 

5  Pleas'd  with  the  news,  the  saints  below, 

In  son^s  their  tongues  employ: 
Beyond  the  skies  the  tidings  go, 
And  heaven  is  fill'd  with  joy. 

6  Well  pleas'd,  the  Farher  sees  and  hears 

The  conscious  sinner  weep  ; 

Jesus  receives  him  in  his  arms, 

And  owns  him  for  nib  sheep. 

7  Nor  angels  can  their  joys  contain, 

But  kindle  with  new  fire  ; 
c c  A  wand'ring  sheep 's  return'd , ' '  they  sing, 
And  strike  the  sounding  lyre, 

HYMN  72.     (S.  M.)     Steele. 
Shep.hc.rd — Psalm  xxiii   1  —  3. 

1  %  M  THILE  my  Redeemer's  near, 
\\     My  Shepherd  and  my  Guide, 

I  bid  farewell  to  anxious  fear, 
My  wants  are  all  supply'd. 

2  To  ever-fragrant  meads, 

Where  rich  abundance  grows, 

His  gracious  hand  indulgent  leads, 

And  guards  my  sweet  repose. 

3  Along  the  lovely  scene 

Cool  waters  gently  roll, 
Transparent,  sweet,  and  all  serene, 
To  cheer  my  fainting  soul. 

4  Here  let  my  Spirit  rest ; 

How  sweet  a  lot  is  mine  ! 


HYMN  LXXIII.  71 

With  pleasure,  food,  and  safety,  blest ; 
Beneficence  divine ! 

5  Great  Shepherd,  if  I  stray, 

My  wandering  feet  restore  ; 
To  thy  fair  pastures  guide  my  way, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

6  Unworthy  as  I  am 

Of  thy  protecting  care, 
Jesus,  I  plead  thy  gracious  name, 
For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

HYMN  73     (L.  M.) 

On  the  Providence  of  God.     Taken  chiejly  from  the 
23d  Psalm  of  David 

1  r  ■  ^  HE  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 

And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye ; 

2  My  noon-day  walks  he  shall  attend, 
And  ali  my  midnight  hours  defend  ; 
When  in  the  sultry  glebe  1  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant. 

3  To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 
M\  weary  wand'ring  steps  he  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

4  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloomy  horrors  overspread ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  fear  no  ill, 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  still ; 


72  HYMN  LXXIV. 

5  Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid, 
And  guide  me  through  the  dreadful  shade 
Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious  lonely  wilds  I  stray, 

6  Thy  bounty  shall  my  pains  beguile, 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 
With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crown'd, 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 

HYMN  74.     (S.  M.)     Doddridge 

The  security   of  Christ's  shtefi. — John  x.   27. — 29* 

1  1\M"Y  soul,  wit!  joy  attend, 

_j_  YJ    While  Jesus  bilence  breaks  ; 
No  angel's  harp  such  music  yieids 
As  what  my  Shepherd  speaks. 

2  "  I  know  my  sheep,"  he  cries, 

"  My  soul  approves  them  well : 
"  Vain  is  the  treach'rous  world's  disguise, 
"  And  vain  the  rage  of  hell. 

3  M  I  freely  feed  them  now 

"  With  tokens  of  my  love ; 
"  But  richer  pastures  I  prepare, 
"  And  sweeter  streams,  above. 

4  "  Unnumber'd  years  of  bliss 

'   i  to  my  sheep  will  give ; 
"  A  iid,  while  my  throne  unshaken  stands 
"  Shall  all  my  chosen  live. 

5'  "  This  try'd  Almighty  hand 
"  Is  rais'd  for  their  defence : 


HYMN  LXXV.  73 

"  Where  is  the   pow'r  shall  reach  them 
there  ? 
"  Or  what  shall  force  them  thence  ?" 

6  Enou  rh,  my  gracious  Lord, 
Let  faith  triumphant  cry  ; 
My  heart  can  on  this  promise  live, 
Can  on  this  promise  die. 

HYMN  75     (S.  M.)     Kent. 

It  shall   b*  wdl  with  the  righteous. — Isa.  iii.  10. 

1  X  X  T  HAT  cheering  words  are  these  ? 

VV    Their  sweetness  who  can  tell? 
In  lime  and  to  eternity, 

'Tis  with  the  righteous  well. 

2  In  ev'ry  state  secure, 

Kept  by  Jehovah's  eye, 
'Tis  well  with  them  while  life  endures, 
And  well  when  call'd  to  die. 

3  'Tis  well  when  joys  arise, 

'Tis  well  wfyen  sorrows  flow ; 
'Tis  well  when  darkness  veils  the  skies, 
And  strong  temptations  blow. 

4  'Tis  well,  when  on  the  mount, 

They  feast  on  dying  love  ; 
And  'tis  as  well  in  God's  account, 
When  they  the  furnace  prove. 

5  He  hears  the  ravens  call, 

Nor  will  his  children  grieve  ; 
Nor  can  a  worthless  sparrow  fall, 
Without  my  Father's  leave. 

G  2 


74  HYMN  LXXVI,  LXXVII. 

6  O  may  I  doubt  no  more, 
But  in  Jlis  pleasure  rest : 
Built  on  his  love,  his  truth,  and  pow'r, 
My  soul  is  truly  blest. 

HYMN  76.     (S.  M.)    Doddridge. 
Grace  — Eph.  ii.  5. 

1  £^\  RACE !   'Tis  a  charming  sound  ? 

\j[   Harmonious  to  the  ear  ! 
Heav'n  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  race  first  contriv'd  the  way 
To  save  rebellious  man  ; 

And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display 
Which  drew  the  wond'rous  plan. 

3  Grace  led  my  roving  feet, 

To  tread  the  heav'nly  road  ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Thro'  everlasting  days ; 
It  lays  in  heav'n  the  topmost  stone. 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

HYMN  77.     (L.  M.) 

The   Christian  warfare — Ep!u  \i.  13 — 17. 

1  1\/|"  Y  Captain  sounds  th'  alarm  of  war  : 
JLtJL"  Awake,  the  powers  of  hell  are  near! 
"  To  arms  !  to  arms  !  I  hear  him  cry, 

"  'Tis  yours  to  conquer  or  to  die  !" 

2  Rous'd  by  the  animating  sound, 
I  cast  my  eager  eyes  around ; 


HYMN  LXXV1II,.  7S 

Make  haste  to  gird  my  armour  on, 
And  bid  each  trembling  fear  begone. 

3  Hope  is  my  helmet ;  faith  my  shield  ; 
Thy  word,  my  God,  the  sword  I  wield  : 
With  sacred  truth  my  loins  are  girt, 
And  holy  zeal  inspires  my  heart. 

4  Thus  arm'd,  I  venture  on  the  fight ; 
Resolv'd  to  put  my  foes  to  flight ; 
While  Jesus  kindly  deigns  to  spread 
His  conqu'ring  banner  o'er  my  head. 

5  In  him  I  hope  $  in  him  I  trust ; 
His  bleeding  cross  is  all  my  boast : 
Through  troops  of  foes  he'll  lead  me  on 
To  vict'ry,  and  the  victor's  crown. 

HYMN  78.     (C.  M.)     Tate  and  Brady. 

Encouragement  from  the  ex/ierience  of  God's  goocl^ 
ness.     [Ps.  xxiv.] 

1  t  ■  iHRO'  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 

1        In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  Of  his  deliv'rance  I  will  boast, 

Till  all  who  are  distrest 
From  my  example  cojnfort  take, 
And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest 

3  The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 
The  dwellings  of  the  just: 


Lb 


Protection  he  affords  to  all, 

Who  make  his  name  their  trust. 


76  HYMN  LXXIX. 

4  O  make  but  trial  of  his  love  ! 

Experience  will  decide. 
How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  his  truth  confide. 

5  Fear  him,  ye  saints,  in  all  your  ways 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear  . 
Make  his  whole  service  your  delight ; 
Your  wants  shall  be  his  care. 

HYMJN  79.     (L.  M.)     Stennett. 
Early  piety.     Matthew  xii.  20 

*  "1 1  OW  soft   the   words  my    Saviour 
AJL     speaks ! 

How  kind  the  promises  he  makes ! 
A  bruised  reed  he  never  breaks, 
Nor  will  he  quench  the  smoking  flax. 

2  The  humble  poor  he'll  not  despise, 
Nor  on  the  contrite  sinner  frown  : 
His  ear  is  opt  n  to  their  cries  ; 
He  quickly  sends  salvation  down. 

3  When  piety  in  early  minds, 
Like  tender  buds,  begins  to  shoot, 
He  guards  the   plants  from   threat'ning 

winds, 
And  ripens  blossoms  into  fruit. 

4  With  humble  souls  he  bears  a  part 
In  all  the  sorrows  they  endure : 
Tender  and  gracious  is  his  heart, 
His  promise  is  for  ever  sure. 


HYMN  LXXX.  77 

3  He  sees  the  struggles  that  prevail 
Between  the  powers  of  grace  and  sin  ;  . 
He  kindly  listens  while  they  tell 
The  bitter  pangs  they  feel  within. 

6  Though  press'd  with  fears  on  every  side, 
They  know  not  how  the  strife  may  end  ; 
Yet  he  will  soon  the  cause  decide, 
And  judgment  unto  vict'ry  send. 

HYMN  80.     (S.  M.)     Fawcett. 

How  shall   a  young  man  cleanse  his    Way?     Fsal- 
cxix.  9. 

1  "^O^ITH  humble  heart  and  tongue, 

W     My  God,  to  thee  I  pray  ; 
0  make  me  learn  whilst  I  am  young, 
How  I  may  cleanse  my  way. 

2  Now  in  my  early  days, 
Teach  me  thy  will  to  know  ; 
O  God,  thy  sanctifying  grace 
Freely  on  me  bestow. 

3  Make  my  unguarded  youth, 
The  object  of  thy  care  ; 

Help  me  to  choose  the  way  of  truth, 
And  fly  from  every  snare. 

4  My  heart,  to  folly  prone, 
Renew  by  power  divine  ; 
Unite  it  to  thyself  alone  ; 
And  make  me  wholly  thine. 

5  O  let  the  word  of  grace 

My  warmest  thoughts  employ  ; 


78  HYMN  LXXXI. 

Be  this,  through  all  my  folPwing  days, 
My  treasure  and  my  joy. 

6  To  what  thy  laws  impart 
Be  my  whole  soul  inclin'd; 

O  let  them  dwell  within  my  heart, 
And  sanctify  my  mind. 

7  May  thy  young  servant  learn 
Bv  these  to  cleanse  his  way  ; 
And  ma}  I  here  the  path  discern 
That  leads  to  endless  day. 

HYMN  81.  (L.  M.)  Steele. 

The  influences  of  the  Spirit  experienced.  John  xiv. 
16,  17. 

1  TT7HEN  sin  prevails,  and  gloomy 

W       fear, 
And  hope  almost  expires  in  night, 
Lord,  can  thy  Spirit  then  be  here — 
Great  spring  of  comfort,  life,  and  light  ? 

2  Suit  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh  ! 
'Tis  he  sustains  my  fainting  heart ! 
Else  would  my  hopes  for  ever  die, 
And  every  cheering  ray  depart. 

3  Whene'er  to  call  the  Saviour  mine, 
With  ardent  wish,  my  heart  aspires  ; 
Can  it  be  less  than  power  divine 
Which  animates  these  strong  desires  ? 

4  What  less  than  thy  Almighty  word 
Can  raise  my  heart  from  earth  and  dust, 
And  bid  me  cleave  to  thee,  my  Lord, 
My  life,  my  treasure,  and  my  trust  ? 


HYMN  LXXXH.  79 

5  And,  when  my  cheerful  hope  cnn  say 
"  I  love  my  God,  and  taste  his  grace ;M 
Lord,  is  it  not  thy  blissful  ray 

Which  brings  this  dawn  of  sacred  peace 

6  Let  thy  kind  Spirit  in  my  heart 
For  ever  dwell,  O  God  of  love  ! 

And  light  and  heav'nly  peace  impart, — 
Sweet  earnest  of  the  joys  above. 

HYMN  82.     (L.  M.)     Gibbons. 

Rising  to  God     Eccl.  xii.  7. 

1  "TWT  OW  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime, 

j^j  Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time 
Draw  back  the  parting  veil,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 

2  Born  by  a  new  celestial  birth, 

Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth  ? 
Why  grasp  at  transitory  toys, 
So  near  to  heav'n's  eternal  joys? 

3  Should  aught  beguile  us  on  the  road. 
When  we  are  walking  back  to  God  f 
For  strangers  into  life  we  come, 
And  dying,  is  but  going  home. 

4  Welcome,  sweet  hour  of  full  discharge, 
That  sets  our  longing  souls  at  large  ; 
Unbinds  our  chains,  breaks  up  our  cell, 
And  gives  us  with  our  God  to  dwell. 

5  To  dwell  with  God,  to  feel  his  love, 
Is  the  full  heav'n  enjoy 'd  above  : 
And  the  sweet  expectation  now, 

Is  the  young  dawn  of  heaven  below. 


80  HYMN  LXXX1V. 

HYMN  83.     (L.  M.)     Stenhett. 

To  be  xung  between  prayer  and  sermon, 

1  "  %  mTHERE  two  or  three  with  sweet 

\j        accord, 
"Obedient to  their  sovereign  Lord, 
"  Meet  to  recount  his  acts  of  grace, 
"  And  offer  solemn  prayer  and  praise  ; 

2  "  There,"  says  the  Saviour,  "  will  I  be, 
"Amid  this  little  company  ; 

"  To  them  unveil  my  smiling  face, 

"  And  shed  my  glories  round  the  place." 

3  'Tis  in  thy  name  we  meet,  O  Lord, 
Relying  on  thy  faithful  word  : 
Now  send  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
Now  fill  our  hearts  with  heav'nly  love. 

HYMN  84.     (C.  1|.)     Newton. 

On  opening  a  place  for  social  prayer. 

1  £~^\  RE  AT  Shepherd  of  thy  people,  hear, 
\Jt     Thy  presence  now  display  ; 

As  thou  hast  given  a  place  for  prayer, 
So  give  us  hearts  to  pray. 

2  Within  these  walls  let  holy  peace, 

And  love  and  concord  dwell ; 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

3  Show  us  some  token  of  thy  love, 

Our  fainting  hope  to  raise  ; 
And  pour  thy  blessings  from  above, 
That  we  may  render  praise. 


HYMN  LXXXV.  81 

4  And  may  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound, 
Enforc'd  by  mighty  grace, 
Awaken  irom  their  sleep  profound,  , 

The  sinful  human  race. 

HYMN  85.     (C.  M.)     Steele. 
And  yet  there  is  room,     Luke  xiv.  22. 

1  FTP!  HE    wretched,    hungry,    starving 

A        poor, 
May  find  a  royal  feast, 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store, 
For  ev'ry  humble  guest. 

2  There  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms  ; 

He  calls,  he  bids  us  come ! 
Guilt  holds  us  back,  and  fear  alarms, 
Yet  still  he  calls,  there's  room. 

3  We'll  go,  and  with  his  children  taste 

The  blessings  of  his  love  : 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

4  There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Before  th'  eternal  throne, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 
In  ecstacies  unknown. 

5  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more 

Are  welcome  still  to  come  ; 
For  longing  souls  the  grace  adore, 
Approach,  and  fiud  there's  room  I 
H 


82         HYMN  LXXXVI,  LXXXVII. 

HYMN  86.     (C.  M.)  Brown. 

Imfiloring  mercy.      Luke  xviii.  13. 

1  TT    ORD,  at  thy  feet  in  dust  I  lie, 

J_j     And  knock  at  mercy's  door  ; 
Cast  me  not  off  before  I  die, 
Thy  favour  I  implore. 

2  On  me,  O  Lord,  do  thou  display 

Thy  rich,  forgiving  love  ; 
O  take  my  heinous  guilt  away, 
This  heavy  load  remove. 

6  Without  thy  grace,  I  sink  opprest 
Down  to  the  gates  of  hell ; 
D  give  my  troubled  spirit  rest, 
And  all  my  fears  dispel. 

4  9Tis  mercy,  mercy,  I  implore, 

O  may  thy  bowels  move  : 
Thy  grace  is  an  exhaustless  store, 
And  thou  thyself  art  love. 

5  Should  I  at  last  in  heaven  appear, 

To  join  thy  saints  above  ; 
I'll  shout  that  mercy  brought  me  there, 
And  sing  thy  bleeding  love. 

HYMN  8/.    (S.  M.)     Whitefield's  Colleo 

TION- 

Pious  resolutions. 

1      A     CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
Jr\^  My  God  to  glorify  ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
That  I  may  live  on  high. 


HYMN  LXXXVIIIo  §3 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 
My  calling  to  fulfil ; 

Q  may  it  all  my  pqw'rs  engage 
To  do  my  master's  will ! 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 
As  in  thy  sight  to  live ; 

And  thus  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare^ 
A  good  account  to  give  ! 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  on  thyself  rely ; 

Oh  let  me  ne'er  my  trust  betray, 
But  faithful  live  and  die. 

HYMN  88.     (L.M.)    Davis. 

Self  examination.      Gal.  iv.  19.  20. 

1  "li  I7HAT  strange  perplexities  arise  \ 
W     What  anxious  fears  and  jealou,- 
sies ! 
What  crowds  in  doubtful  light  appear  | 
How  few,  alas !  approv'd  and  clear  ! 

What  then  am  I  ? — My  soul,  awaker 
And  an  impartial  survey  take  i 
Does  no  dark  sign,  no  ground  of  fear-j 
In  practice  or  in  heart  appear  ? 

3  What  image  does  my  spirit  bear  ? 
Is  Jesus  form'd  and  living  there  ? 
Say,  do  his  lineaments  divine 

In  thought,  and  word,  and  action  shine  f 

4  Searcher  of  hearts,  O  search  my  will, 
The  secrets  of  my  soul  reveal  $ 


84  HYMN  LXXXTX. 

My  fears  remove  :  let  me  appear 

To  God,  and  my  own  consciti.ee,  clear. 

5  Scatter  <he  clouds  which  o'er  my  head 
Thi       ^1  oms  ot  dubious  terror  spread  ; 
Light  ii»  ^n  me  celestial  day, 

And  to  myself,  myself  display. 

6  May  I  at  that  bkss'd  world  arrive, 
Where  Christ  through  all  my  soul  shall 
And  give  full  proof  that  he  is  there,  [live, 
Without  one  gloomy  doubt  or  fear. 

HYMN  89.     (S.  M.)  Toplady. 
Evil  heart — Jcr.  xvii.  9 — Matt   xv.   19. 

1  4    STONISH'D  and  distrest, 
j[\_     I  turn  my  eyes  within  : 

My  heart's  with  loads  of  guilt  oppress 
The  seat  of  ev'ry  sin. 

2  What  crowds  of  evil  thoughts, 

What  vile  affections  there  ! 
Distrust,  presumption,  artful  guile. 
Pride,  envy,  slavish  fear. 

-3  Almighty  King  of  saints, 

These  tyrant  lusts  subdue  ; 
Expel  the  darkness  of  my  mind, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  renew. 

4  This  done,  my  cheerful  voice 
Shau  loud  hosanna's  raise  ; 
My  soul  shall  glow  with  gratitude, 
My  lips  proclaim  thy  praise.. 


HYMN  XC,  XCI.  83 

HYMN  90.     (L.  M,)     Whitemeld's  Col, 
'The  sinner's  firaijer. 

1  TT7HEN,  gracious  Lord,  when  shaj} 

f  f       it  be, 
That  I  shall  find  my  all  in  thee  ; 
The  fulness  of  thy  promise  prove? 
The  seal  of  thine  eternal  love  ? 

2  Thee  only  thee,  I  fain  would  find, 
And  cast  the  world  and  flesh  behind  j 
A  helpless  soul,  I  come  to  thee. 
With  only  sin  and  misery. 

3  Lord,  I  am  sick,  my  sickness  cure  j 
I  want,  do  thou  enrich  the  poor ; 
Under  thy  mighty  hand  I  stoops 

O  lift  the  abject  sinner  up. 

i  Lord,  I  am  blind,  be  thou  my  sight ; 
Behold  I'm  weak,  be  thou  my  might  j 
A  helper  of  the  helpless  be, 
x\nd  let  me  find  my  all  in  thee. 

HYMN  91.     (L.  M.) 

Trust  in  Christ. 

L      4    LTHOUGH  the  vine  its  fruit  deny, 
j\^  Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil. 
The  with 'ring  fig-tree  droop  and  die, 
The  field  iilude  the  tiller's  toil—. 

I  The  empty  stall  no  herd  afford— 
J\nd  perish  all  the  bleating  race  ; 
Yet,  I  will  triumph  in  the  Lord  !— 5 
The-  God  of  my  salvation  nraise  I 

H2 


86  HYMN  XCU. 

3  Away*,  each  unbelieving  fear! 

L'    fear  to  g  hope  give  place  ; 

My  Saviour  will  A  length  appear, 
And  show  the  brightness  of  his  face  : 

4  Though  now  my  prospects  all  be  cross'd, 
My  blooming  hopes  cut  ofif  I  see  ; 

Still  \v\\\  I  in  my  Jesus  trust, 

Vv  hose  boundless  love  can  reach  to  me. 

5  Nor  will  I  ever  let  him  go, 
And  basely  to  the  tempter  yield  ? 
No,  in  the  strength  of  Jesus,  no  ! 
I  never  will  give  up  my  shield. 

6  In  hope — believing  against  hope — 
His  promis'd  mercy  will  I  claim  ; 
His  gracious  word  shall  bear  me  up 
To  seek  salvation  in  his  name ; 

<7  Soon  will  my  Saviour,  bring  it  nigh  ! 
My  soul  shall  then  outstrip  the  wind, 
On  wings  of  love  mount  up  on  high, 
And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 

HYMN  92.     (C.  M.)     Needham. 
Examfileq  of  faith. — Hebi  xL    13. 

1  '  r)  *SE,  O  my  soul,  pursue  the  path 
J[\,     By  ancient  heroes  trod  : 
Ambitious  view  those  holy  men, 

Who  liv'd  and  walk'd  with  God. 

2  Tho'  dead,  they  speak  in  reason's  ear, 

And  in  example  live ; 


HYMN  XCIII.  87 

Their  faith,  and  hope,  and  mighty  deeds, 
Still  fresh  instruction  give. 

3  'Twas  thro'  the  Lamb's  most  precious 

They  conquer'd  ev'ry  foe  ;         [blood, 
And  to  his  pow'r  and  matchless  grace, 
Their  crowns  and  honour  owe. 

4  Lord,  may  I  ever  keep  in  view 

The  patterns  thou  hast  given  ; 
And  ne'er  forsake  the  blessed  road, 
Which  led  them  safe  to  heav'n. 

5  Faith  in  thy  love  shall  sweeten  death, 

And  smooth  the  rugged  way  ; 
Smile  on  me,  sov'reign  Lord,  and  then 
I  shall  not  wish  to  stay. 

HYMN  93.     (L.  M.)     Watts'  Lyrics. 

Earth  abandoned. 

1  T    ORD,  I  renounce  my  carnal  taste 
J_i  Of  the  fair  fruit  that  sinners  prize  : 
Their  paradise  shall  never  waste 

One  thought  ol  mine,  but  to  despise. 

2  All  earthly  joys  are  overweigh'd 
With  mountains  of  vexatious  care ; 
And  where's  the  sweet  that  is  not  laid 
A  bait  to  some  destructive  snare  ? 

3  Begone,  for  ever  mortal  things  ! 

Thou  mighty  mole-hill,  earth,  farewell ! 

Aneels  aspire  on  lofty  wings, 

And  leave  this  earth  where  sinner's  dwell. 


88  HYMNXCIV. 

4  Come,  Saviour  comer,  fill  my  desires  j 
My  soul  pursues  the  sov'reign  good : 
She  was  all  made  of  heav'nly  fires, 
Nor  can  she  love  this  earthly  clod. 

HYMN  94.     (L.  M.)     Steele. 
Inconstant  heart  lamenfci. 

1  AH!  wretched,  vile,  ungrateful  heart, 
f\    That  can  from  Jesus  thus  depart ; 

Thus  fond  of  trifles  vainly  rove, 
Forgetful  of  a  Saviour's  love. 

2  In  vain  I  charge  my  thoughts  to  stay, 
And  chide  each  vanity  away ; 

In  vain,  alas,  resolve  to  bind 

This  rebel  heart,  this  wand'ring  mind. 

3  Thro'  all  resolves  how  soon  it  flies, 
And  mocks  the  weak,  the  slender  ties  ; 
There's  naught  beneath  a  pow'r  divine, 

.  That  can  this  roving  heart  confine. 

4  Jesus,  to  thee  I  would  return, 
And  at  thy  feet  repenting  mourn  : 
There  let  me  view  thy  p  trd'ning  love, 
And  never  from  thy  sight  remove. 

5  O  let  thy  love,  with  sweet  controul, 
Bind  all  the  passions  of  my  soul ; 
Bidev'ry  vanity  depart, 

And  dwell  for  ever  in  my  heart. 


HYMN  XCV,  XCVI.  89 

HYMN  95.     (L.  M.) 

The  necessity  of  renewing  grace, 

1  TOW  helpless,  guilty  nature  lies, 
|j^     Unconscious  of  its  load  ! 

The  heart  unchang'd  can  never  rise 
To  happiness  and  God. 

2  The  will  perverse,  the  passions  blind, 

In  paths  of  ruin  stray  : 
Reason  debas'd  can  never  find 
The  safe,  the  narrow  way. 

3  Can  aught  beneath  a  pow'r  divine 

The  stubborn  will  subdue? 
'Tis  thine,  almighty  Saviour,  thine 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

4  'Tis  thine  the  passions  to  recal, 

To  bid  them  upwards  rise ; 
And  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 
From  reason's  darken'd  eyes. 

5  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 

And  bid  ihe  dinner  live  ! 
A  beam  of  heav'n,  a  vital  ray, 
'Tis  thine  alone  to  give. 

6  Oh  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours, 

And  give  them  life  divine  ! 
Then  hhall  our  passions,  and  our  pow'rs 
Almighty  Lord,  be  thine. 

HYMN  96.     (L.  M  )     Gibbons. 

Ransom—  Isaiah  x!.  2 

1  "  T  COME,"  the  great  Redeemer  cries, 
JL  "  A  year  of  freedom  to  declare ; 


90  HYMN  XCVII. 

"  From  debts  and  bondage  to  discharge, 
"  And  Jews  and  Greeks  the  grace  shall 

2  "  A  day  of  vengeance  I  proclaim,  [share. 
"But  not  on  man  the  storm  shall  fall ; 

"  On  me  its  thunders  shall  descend, 

"  My  strength,  my  love  sustain  them  all." 

3  Stupendous  favour  !  matchless  grace  ! 
Jesus  has  dy'd  that  we  might  live — 
Not  worlds  below,  nor  worlds  above, 
Could  so  divine  a  ransom  give. 

A  To  him  who  lov'd  our  ruin'd  race, 
And  for  our  lives  laid  down  his  own, 
Let  songs  of  joyful  praises  rise, 
Sublime,  eternal  as  his  throne. 

HYMN  97.     (L.  M.)     Steele. 
Redemfition  by  Christ  alone.      1  Pet.  i.  18,    19. 

1  TTINSLAV'D  by  sin,  and  bound  in 

|^j      chains . 
Beneath  its  dreadful  tyrant  sway, 
And  doonrd  to  everlasting  pains, 
We  wretched  guilty  captives  lay. 

2  Jesus,  the  Lord,  the  mighty  God, 
An  all  sufficient  ransom  paid  : 

A  price  immense  !  his  precious  blood 
For  vile  rebellious  traitors  shed. 

3  Jesus  the  sacrifice  became 

To  rescue  guilty  souls  from  bell ; 


HYMN  XCVIIT.  91 

The  spotless,  bleeding,  dying  Lamb 
Beneath  avenging  justice  fell. 

I  Amazing  goodness!  love  divine  ! 
O  may  our  grateful  hearts  adore 
The  matchless  grace  ;  nor  yield  to  sin, 
Nor  wear  its  cruel  fetters  more  ! 

5  Great  Saviour,  let  thy  love  pursue 
The  glorious  work  it  has  be.^un  : 
Each  secret  lurking  foe  subdue, 
And  let  our  hearts  be  thine  alone. 

HYMN  98.   (C.  M.)  Stennett. 

The  excellencies  of  Christ 

1  nn  O  Christ,  the  Lord  let  every  tongue 

|       Its  noblest  tribute  bring : 
When  he's  the  subject  of  the  song, 
Who  can  refuse  to  sing ! 

2  Survey  the  beauties  of  his  face, 

And  on  his  glories  dwell ; 
Think  of  the  wonders  of  his  grace, 
And  all  his  triumphs  tell. 

3  Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthron'd 

Upon  his  awful  brow ; 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crown'd 
His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 

4  No  mortal  can  with  him  compare, 

Among  the  sons  of  men  : 
Fairer  he  is  than  all  the  fair 
That  fill  the  heavenly  train, 


92  HYMN  XCIX. 

5  He  saw  me  plung'd  in  deep  distress, 

He  flew  to  my  relief; 
For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

6  [His  hand  a  thousand  blessings  pours 

Upon  my  guilty  head  ; 
His  presence  gilds  my  darkest  hours, 
And  guards  my  sleeping  btd. 

7  To  him  I  owe  my  life  and  breath, 

And  all  the  joys  I  have  : 
He  makes  me  triumph  over  death, 
And  saves  me  from  the  grave.] 

8  To  heav'n  the  place  of  his  abode 

He  brings  my  weary  feet ; 
Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  God, 
And  makes  my  joys  complete. 

9  Since  from  his  bounty  I  receive 

Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord  they  should  all  be  thine. 

HYMN  99.     (C.  M.)     Doddridge. 

Peters  admonition   to    Simon    Magus,    turned   into 
prayer, — Acts  viii.  21 — 24. 

1  O  E  ARCHER  of  hearts  before  thy  face, 
j^   Pd  all  my  soul  display  ; 

And  conscious  of  its  secret  arts, 
Entreat  thy  strict  survey. 

2  If  lurking  in  its  inmost  folds 

I  any  sin  conceal, 


HYMN  C.  93 

Oh,  let  a  ray  of  light  divine 
The  secret  guile  reveal. 

3  If  tinctur'd  with  that  odious  gall 
Unknowing  I  remain, 

Let  grace  like  a  pure  silver  stream, 
Wash  out  th'  accursed  stain. 

4  If  in  these  fatal  fetters  bound, 
A  wretched  slave  I  lie, 

Strike  oft'  my  chains,  and  raise  my  soul 
To  light  and  liberty. 

5  To  humble  penitence  and  prayer 
Be  gentle  pity  given  : 

Speak  ample  pardon  to  my  heart, 
And  seal  its  claim  to  heaven. 

HYMN  100.     (CM.)    Toplady. 

Hofie  in  Christ. 

1  Oj  OON  shall  my  separated  soul 
j^   View  Jesus  and  adore  ; 
Be  with  his  likeness  satisfy'd, 

And  grieve  and  sin  no  more — 

2  Soon,  too,  my  slumb'ring  dust  shall  hear 
The  trumpet's  quick'ning  sound ; 

And,  by  my  Saviour's  pow'r  rebuilt, 
At  his  right  hand  be  found. 

3  If  such  the  views  which  grace  unfelds, 
Weak  as  it  is  below, 

What  raptures  must  the  church  above 
In  Jesus'  presence  know  ! 
I 


94  HYMN  CI. 

4  O  may  th'  impression  of  these  truths 
Forever  with  me  stay  ; 
Till,  from  her  sinful  cage  dismissed, 
My  spirit  flies  away. 

HYMNT  101.     (C.  M.)     Ryland. 

Trust  in  God. — Psalm  xxxvii.  4. 

1  g^i  REAT  God  I  put  my  trust  in  thee, 
\JT  And  on  thy  care  depend ; 

To  thee  in  every  trouble  flee, 
My  best,  my  only  friend. 

2  When  all  created  streams  are  dry'd, 

Thy  fulness  is  the  same  ; 
May  I  with  this  be  satisfy'd, 
And  glory  in  thy  name  ! 

3  Why  should  the  soul  a  drop  bemoan, 

Who  has  a  fountain  near ; 
A  fountain,  which  will  ever  run 
With  waters  sweet  and  clear  ? 

4  No  good  in  creatures  can  be  found, 

But  may  be  found  in  thee  ; 
I  must  have  all  things,  and  abound, 
While  God  is  God  to  me. 

5  Oh,  that  I  had  a  stronger  faith, 

To  look  within  the  veil ; 
To  credit  what  my  Saviour  saith, 
Whose  word  can  never  fail ! 

6  He  that  has  made  my  heaven  secure, 

Will  here  all  good  provide : 


HYMN  CII,  CHI.  95 

While  Christ  is  rich,  can  I  be  poor ; 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

7  O  Lord  !  I  cast  ray  care  on  thee  : 
I  triumph  and  adore  : 
Henceforth  my  great  concern  shall  be 
To  love  and  please  thee  more. 

HYMN  102.     (S.  M.)    Beddomk. 
Precious  faith.— Eph.  ii.  8.-2  Pet.  i.  1. 

1  T1AITH — 'tis  a  precious  grace, 

§j     Where'er  it  is  besi.ow'd  ! 
It  boasts  of  a  celestial  birth, 
And  is  the  gift  of  God  ! 

2  Jesus  it  owns  a  King, 

An  all-atoning  priest ; 
It  claims  no  merit  of  its  own, 
But  looks  for  all  in  Christ. 

3  To  him  it  leads  the  soul, 

When  fill'd  with  deep  distress ; 
Flies  to  the  fountain  of  his  blood, 
And  trusts  his  righteousness. 

4  Since  'tis  thy  work  alone, 

And  that  divinely  free  ; 
Lord,  send  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 
To  work  this  faith  in  me. 

HYMN  103.     (C.  M.)     Newton. 

Prayer  answered  by  crosses. 

1  T  ASK'D  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow 
1     In  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace  ; 


96  HYMN  CTIL 

Might  more  of  his  salvation  know, 
And  seek,  more  earnestly,  his  face. 

2  'Twas  he  who  taught  me  thus  to  pray, 

And  he,  I  trust  has  answer 'd  prayer ; 
But  it  has  been  in  such  a  way 
As  almost  drove  me  to  despair. 

3  I  hop'd  that  in  some  favour'd  hour 

At  once  he'd  answer  my  request, 
And  by  his  love's  constraining  povv'r 
Subdue  my  sins,  and  give  me  rest. 

4  Instead  of  this,  he  made  me  feel 

The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart, 

And  let  the  angry  powers  of  hell 

Assault  my  soul  in  every  part. 

5  Yea,  more,  with  his  own  hand  he  seem'd 

Intent  to  aggravate  my  wo ; 
Cross'd  all  the  fair  designs  I  schem'd, 
Blasted  my  gourds,  and  laid  me  low. 

6  "  Lord,  why  is  this  ?"  I  trembling  cry'd ; 

"  Wilt  thou  pursue  thy  worm  to  death?" 
"  'Tis  in  this  way,"  the  Lord  reply'd, 
"  I  answer  prayer  for  grace  and  faith: 

7  "  The  se  inward  trials  I  employ, 

"  From  self  and  pride  to  set  thee  free  ; 

"  And  break  thy  schemes  of  earthly  joy, 

"  That  thou  mays't  seek  thy  all  in  me. " 


HYMN  CiV.  97 

HYMN  104.     (L.  M.)     Steele. 

Hofie  encouraged  by  a  view  of  the  Divine  fierfec- 
tions.—-\  Saml.  xxx.  6. 

1  1  I7HY  sinks  my  weak  desponding 
\\  mind  ? 

Why  heaves  my  heart  the  anxious  sigh  ? 
Can  sov 'reign  goodness  be  unkind  ? 
Am  I  not  safe,  if  God  is  nigh  ? 

2  He  holds  all  nature  in  his  hand- — 
That  gracious  hand  on  which  I  live, 
Doth  life,  and  time,  and  death  command, 
And  has  immortal  joys  to  give. 

3  'Tis  he  supports  this  fainting  frame  ; 
On  him  alone  my  hopes  recline  ; 
The  wond'rous  glories  of  his  name, 
How  wide  they  spread  !  how  bright  they 

shine  ! 

4  Infinite  wisdom  !  boundless  power  ! 
Unchanging  faithfulness  and  love  ! 

Here  let  me  trust,  while  I  adore, 

Nor  from  my  refuge  e'er  remove, 

5  My  God,  if  thou  art  mine  indeed, 
Then  I  have  all  my  heart  can  crave ; 
A  present  help  in  time  of  need ; 
Still  kind  to  hear,  and  strong  to  save. 

6  Forgive  my  doubts,  O  gracious  Lord  ! 
And  ease  the  sorrows  of  my  breast ; 
Speak  to  my  heart  the  healing  word, 
That  thou  art  mine,  and  I  ara  blest. 

J  2 


98  HYxMN  CV.  CVI. 

HYMN  105.  (S.  M.)  Hart. 

The  Christian  walking  in  darknes*. 

1  T^ISTRUSTonevVy  side 

\J    With  evils  felt,  or  fear'd, 

We  pray,  we  cry  ;  but  cannot  find 

That  pray'rs,  or  cries  are  heard. 

2  Again  we  cannot  see 

His  helping  hand,  but  feel ; 
And  though  we  neither  feel,  nor  see, 
God's  hand  sustains  us  still. 

3  He  gently  leads  us  on  ; 
Protects  from  fatal  harms ; 

And  when  we  faint,  and  cannot  walk, 
He  bears  us  in  his  arms. 

4  The  meek  with  love  he  draws  ; 
Restrains  the  rash  by  fear ; 

Searches  and  finds  the  wand'rer  out, 
And  brings  the  distant  near. 

5  'Tis  thy  almighty  grace, 
That  can  suffice  alone  : 

Thou  giv'st  us  strength  to  run  the  race, 
And  then  bestow'st  the  crown. 

HYMN  106.  (C.  M.)  Steele. 
Walking  in  darknrss,  and  trusting  in  God, — 
fsajab  i.  10. 
EAR,   gracious  God,  my  humblr 
moan, 


'II 


To  thee  I  breathe  my  sighs  : 


HYMN  CVII.  99 

When  will  the  mournful  night  be  gone  ? 
And  when  my  joys  arise  ? 

2  My  God — O  could  I  make  the  claim — 

My  father  and  my  friend — 
And  call  thee  mine,  by  ev'ry  name, 
On  which  thy  saints  depend  ! 

3  By  ev'ry  name  of  power  and  love, 

I  would  thy  grace  entreat : 
Nor  should  my  humble  hopes  remove, 
^;or  leave  thy  sacred  seat. 

4  Yet  though  my  soul  in  darkness  mourns, 

Thy  word  is  all  my  stay  ; 
Here  I  would  re^t  till  light  returns, 
Thy  presence  makes  my  day. 

5  Speak,  Lord,  and  bid  celestial  peace 

Relieve  my  aching  heart ; 
G  smile,  and  bid  my  sorrows  cease, 
And  all  the  gloom  depart. 

6  Then  shall  my  drooping  spirit  rise, 

And  bless  thy  healing  rays, 
And  change  these  deep  complaining  sighs 
For  songs  of  sacred  praise. 

HYMN  lor.  (C.  M.)  Newton. 

Doubting  christian. 

1  TTNCERTAIN  how  the  way  to  find, 
%^J    Which  to  salvation  led, 
Ilist'ned  long,  with  anxious  mind, 
To  hear  what  others  said. 


100  HYMN  CVII. 

2  When  some  of  joys  and  comforts  told, 

I  fear'd  that  I  was  wrong  ; 
For  I  was  stupid,  dead,  and  cold — 
Had  neither  joy  nor  song, 

3  The  Lord  my  lab'ring  heart  reliev'd, 

And  made  my  burden  light ; 
Then  for  a  moment  I  believ'd, 
Supposing  all  was  right. 

4  Of  fierce  temptations  others  talk'd, 

Of  anguish  and  dismay  ; 
Through  what  distresses  they  had  walk'd, 
Before  they  found  the  way. 

5  Ah !  then  I  thought  my  hopes  were  vain, 

For  I  had  liv'd  at  ease  ; 
I  w'sh'd  for  all  my  fears  again, 
To  make  me  more  like  these. 

6  I  had  my  wish — the  Lord  disclos'd 

The  evils  of  my  heart ; 
And  left  my  naked  soul  expos'd 
To  satan's  fi'ry  dart. 

7  Alas !  "  I  now  must  give  it  up," 

I  cry'd  in  deep  despair ; 
How  could  I  dream  of  drawing  hope, 
From  what  I  cannot  bear. 

8  Again  my  Saviour  brought  me  aid, 

And  when  he  set  me  free, 
"Trust  simply  on  my  word,"  he  said, 
"And  leave  the  rest  to  me." 


HYMN  CVIII,  CTX.  101 

HYxVlxV  108.  (t;.  M.)  Hart. 
Tribulation, 

1  r  ■  iHE  world  opposes  from  without; 

And  unbelief  within  : 
We  fear,  we  faint,  we  grieve,  we  doubt, 
And  feel  the  loud  of  sin. 

2  Glad  frames  too  often  lift  us  up; 

And  thus  how  vain  we  grow ! 
Till  sad  desertion  makes  us  droop 
And  then  we  sink  as  low. 

3  Ten  thousand  baits  the  foe  prepares^ 

To  catch  the  wand'rin^  heart ; 
And  rarely  do  we  see  the  snares, 
Before  we  feel  the  smart. 

4  Though  we  are  feeble,  Christ  is  strong ; 

His  promises  are  true, 
We  shall  be  conquerors  e'er  long, 
And  more  than  conq'rors  too. 

HYMN"  109.  (L.  SL)  Beddome* 

Complaining  of  inconstancy* 

1  V  ■  1 H  E  wandering  star,  and  fleeting  wind: 

Both  represent  th'  unstable  mind  ; 
The  morning  cloud  and  early  dew, 
Bring  our  inconstancy  to  view. 

2  But  cloud  and  wind,  and  dew  and  star, 
Faint  and  imperfect  emblems  are  ; 
Nor  can  there  aught  in  nature  be, 

So  fickle,  or  as  false  as  we. 


102  HYMN  CX. 

3  Our  outward  walk,  and  inward  frame, 
Scarce  through  a  single  hour  the  same  ; 
We  vow,  and  straight  our  vows  forget 
And  then  these  very  vows  repeat. 

4  We  sin  forsake,  to  sin  return  ; 

Are  hot,  are  cold,  now  freeze,  now  burn ; 
In  deep  distress,  then  raptures  feel, 
We  soar  to  heaven,  then  sink  to  hell. 

5  With  flowing  tears,  Lord,  we  confess 
Our  folly  and  unsteadfastness  : 
When  shall  these  hearts  more  fixed  be, 
Fix'd  by  thy  grace,  and  fix'd  for  thee  ? 

HYMN  110  (L.  M.)     Cruttenden. 

Backsliding  be  moaned.'— Sin  and  holiness. 

1  X7|7H  AT  jarring  natures  dwell  within, 

j\     Imperfect  grace,  remaining  sin L 
Nor  this  can  reign,  nor  that  prevail, 
Though  each  by  turns  my  heart  assail. 

2  Now  I  complain,  and  groan,  and  die  : 
Now  raise  my  songs  of  triumph  high, 
Sing  a  rebellious  passion  slain, 

Or  mourn  to  feel  it  live  again. 

3  One  happy  hour  beholds  me  rise, 
Borne  upwards  to  my  native  skies, 
While  faith  assists  my  soaring  flight 
To  realms  of  joy,  and  worlds  of  light 

4  Scarce  a  few  hours  or  minutes  roll, 
'Ere  earth  reclaims  my  captive  soul ; 
I  tee!  its  sympathetic  force, 

And  headlong  urge  my  downward  course. 


HYMN  CXI.  103 

5  How  short  the  joys  thy  visits  give, 
How  long  thine  absence,  Lord,  I  grieve  ! 
What  clouds  obscure  my  rising  sun, 
Or  intercept  its  rays  at  noon  ! 

6  [Again  the  Spirit  lifts  his  sword, 
And  power  divine  attends  the  word  : 
I  feel  the  aid  its  comforts  yield, 

And  vanquished  passions  quit  the  field.] 

7  Great  God,  assist  me  through  the  fight. 
Make  me  triumphant  in  thy  might ; 
Thou  the  desponding  heart  canst  raise, — 
The  victory  mine,  and  thine  the  praise. 

HYMN  ill.     (L.  M.)    Dr.  Doddridge. 

The  struggle  between  faith  and  unbelief. 
Markix  24. 

1  TESUS,  our  soul's  delightful  choice, 
f  J    In  thee,  believing,  we  rejoice 

Yet  still  our  joy  is  mix'd  with  grief, 
While  faith  contends  with  unbeiief. 

2  Thy  promises  our  hearts  revive, 
And  keep  our  fainting  hopes  alive  ; 
But  guilt  and  fears,  and  sorrows  rise, 
And  hide  the  promise  from  our  eyes. 

3  O  let  not  sin  and  Satan  boast, 

While  saints  lie  mourning  in  the  dust; 
Nor  see  that  faith  to  ruin  brought, 
Which  thy  own  gracious   hand   hath 
wrought 

4  Do  thou  the  dying  spark  inflame  ; 
Reveal  the  glories  of  thy  name ; 


104  HYMN  CXIT,  CXItt. 

And  put  all  anxious  doubts  to  flight, 
As  shades  cli  pers'd  by  opening  light 

HYMN   112.     (C    M.)     Anon. 

Divide!  h>art  tam,  ;ifc(i*-Rom.   vii.    19 

1  '117HEN    I    with   pensive    thoughts 

ylyj     The  mazes  I  have  trod,  [review 
Then  I  adore  the  grace  that  drew 
My  wand 'ring  soul  to  God. 

2  Strange  that  so  much  of  heaven  and  hell 

Should  in  one  bosom  meet ; 
Lord,  can  thy  spirit  ever  dwell 
Where  satan  has  a  seat  ? 

3  Now  I  am  all  transform 'd  to  love, 

And  could  expire  in  praise  ; 
Anon,  not  all  the  joys  above 
One  cheerful  note  can  raise. 

4  By  faithless  hopes  and  golden  dreams, 

I'm  tortur'd  or  he  tray 'd  ; 
Still  toss'd  between  the  two  extremes, 
Too  vain  or  too  dismay'd. 

5  Decide  the  dubious,  awful  case, 

By  some  assuring  sign  ; 
And  O,  may  thy  all-conq'ring  grace 
Demonstrate  I  am  thine. 

HYMN  113.  (L.  M.)  Anon. 

Past  merc-es  encouraged  against  present  fears, 

1  \T|7"H  Y  should  I  yield  to  slavish  fears? 
y  \     God  is  the  same  to  endless  years : 
Tho'  clouds  and  darkness  hide  his  face, 
He's  boundless  both  in  truth  and  grace. 


HYMN  CXIV.  105 

2  Would  e'er  the  God  of  truth  make  known 
The  worth  and  glory  of  his  Son  ; 

His  love  and  righteousness  display, 
And  cast  my  soul  at  last  away  ? 

3  No — He's  my  Father  and  my  Friend, 
On  whose  sure  promise  \  depend ; 
Tho'  now  from  me  his  Lee  he  hides, 
Immutable  his  love  abides. 

4  Satan  shall  ne'er  o'er  Jesus  boast, 
Nor  the  rich  grace  be  ever  lost : 
The  Spirit  ne'er  his  dwelling  lose, 
Nor  Christ  the  humble  soul  refuse. 

5  Tho'  unbelief  may  long  molest, 
And  sin  and  satan  break  my  rest : 
Grace  shall  at  last  the  vict'ry  get, 

And  make  my  conquest  quite  complete. 

.       HYMN  114.     (C.  M.)     Steele. 

Strivings  of  Grace. 

1  SURPRISING  grace!— and  shall  my 
j^  Unmov'd  and  cold  remain  ?  [heart 
Has  this  hard  rock  no  tender  part  ? 

Must  mercy  plead  in  vain  ? 

2  Shall  Jesus  for  admission  sue 

His  soothing  voice  unheard  ? 
And  this  vile  heart,  his  rightful  due, 
Remain  for  ever  barr'd  ? 

3  'Tis  sin,  alas,  with  tyrant  pow'r, 

The  lodging  has  possest ; 

JSk. 


106  HYMN  CXV. 

And  crowds  of  traitors  bar  the  door 
Against  the  heavenly  guest. 

4  Lord,  rise  in  thy  all  conq'ring  grace, 
Thy  mighty  pow'r  display  ; 
One  beam  of  glory  from  thy  face 
Can  drive  my  foes  away. 

HYMN  115.  (S.  M.)  Shoveller. 

What  shall  a  man  fir o/it  ifc. —  Mark  viii.  36,  37. 

1  "1T7HAT  does  the  worldling  gain 

\  v      By  all  his  vain-  pursuits  ? 
His  very  pleasure  gives  him  pain, 
And  mis'ry  are  its  fruits. 

2  What  anxious  cares  corrode 

The  mind  intent  on  wealth  ; 
His  mammon  oft  becomes  a  load, 
Which  robs  him  of  his  health. 

3  Does  he  his  end  attain, 

And  in  full  affluence  roll  ? 
What  does  the  sordid  mortal  gain, 
When  God  demands  his  soul  ? 

4  My  soul  to  heaven  aspire, 

And  seek  thine  all  in  God : 
Nor  e'er  pollute  thy  pure  desire, 
By  trifles  on  the  road. 

5  The  riches  of  his  grace 

Will  then  to  glory  rise, 
When  I  have  run  my  earthly  race, 
And  gain'd  th'  immortal  prize. 


HYMN  CXVf,  CXVTI.  1Q7 

HYMN   116.  (L.  M.)   Watt's  Sermons. 
Faith  connected  with  salvation. — Rom.  i.  16.  Heb. 
x.  39. 

1  l^TOT  by  the  laws  cf  innocence 

1^1    Can  Adam's  sons  arrive  at  heaven ; 
New  works  can  give  us  no  pretence 
To  have  our  ancient  sins  forgiven ; 

2  Not  the  best  deeds  that  we  have  done 
Can  make  a  wounded  conscience  whole: 
Faith  is  the  grace — and  faith  alone, 
That  flies  to  Christ,  and  saves  the  soul : 

3  Lord,  I  believe  thy  heavenlv  word  ! 
Fain  would  J  have  my  soul  renew'd ; 
I  mourn  for  sin  and  trust  the  Lord 
To  have  it  pardon'd  and  subdu'd. 

4  O  may  thy  grace  its  power  display  ! 
Let  guilt  and  death  no  longer  reign ; 
Save  me  in  thy  appointed  way, 

Nor  let  my  humble  faith  be  vain  ? 


F 


HYMN  117.  (S.  M.)  Hart. 

Charity  never  faileth.—-\  Cor.  xiii.  8. 

AITH  in  the  Bleeding  Lamb, 
O,  what  a  gift  is  this  ! 
Hope  of  Salvation  in  his  name, 
How  comfortable  'tis ! 

2  Faith  will  to  bliss  give  place ; 
In  sight  we  hope  shall  lose  : 
For  who  can  trust  for  things  he  has, 
Or  hope  for  what  he  views  ? 


108  HYMN  CXVIU. 

3  But  love  shall  still  remain  ; 

Its  glories  cannot  cease  : 
No  other  change  shall  that  sustain, 
Save  only  to  increase. 

4  Love  all  defects  supplies, 

Makes  gre-ai  obstructions  small, 
'Tis  prayer,  'tis  praise,  'tis  holiness, 
And  thus  fiilfflietft  all. 


B 


HYMN  U8.     (L.  M.)     Doddridge. 
Choosing  the  better  Part  — Luke  X.  42. 

ESET  with  snares  on  every  hancj, 
In  lift's  uncenain  path  I  stand ! 
Saviour  divine  !  diffuse  thy  light 
To  guide  my  doubtful  footsteps  right. 

Engage  this  roving  treach'rous  heart 
To  fix  On  Mary's  better  part ; 
To  scorn  the  tSrifles  of  a  day, 
For  joys  that  none  can  take  away. 

Then  let  the  wildest  storms  arise  ; 
Let  tempests  mingle  earth  and  skies  ; 
No  fatal  shipwnck  shall  1  fear, 
But  ail  my  treasures  vvuh  me  bear. 

If  thou,  my  Jesus  !  still  be  nigh, 
Cheerful  I  live,  and  joyful  die ; 
Secure,  when  mortal  com  forts  flee, 
To  find  ten  thousand  worlds  in  thee. 


HYMN  CXIX.  109 

HYMN  119.     (C.  M.)    Fawcett. 

Sfriritua'  mindedness  ;  or,  inward  rdigion. 

1  "I^  ELIGION  is  the  chief  concern 

\\,  Of  mortals  here  below  ; 
May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 
Its  sovereign  virtue  know. 

2  More  needful  this  than  glittering  wealth, 

Or  aught  the  world  bestows ; 
Not  reputation,  food  or  health, 
Can  give  us  such  repose. 

3  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage 

Amidst  our  youthful  bloom  ; 
'Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 
And  for  the  awful  tomb. 

4  Oh,  may  my  heart  by  grace  renew'd, 

Be  my  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdu'd, 
His  government  to  own  ! 

5  Let  deep  repentance,  faith,  and  love, 

Be  join'd  with  godly  fear; 
And  all  my  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere. 

6  Preserve  me  from  the  snares  of  sin, 

Through  my  remaining  days ; 
And  in  me  le*  each  virtue  shine 
To  my  Redeemer's  praise. 

7  Let  lively  hope  my  soul  inspire ; 

Let  warm  affections  use  j 

K  2 


11©  HYMN  CXX,  CXXI. 

And  may  I  wait  with  strong  desire 
To  mount  above  the  skies, 

HYMN  120.     (C.  M.)     Steele. 

Absence  from   God. 

1  /^k  THOU,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 
\J   Contrition's  humbie  sigh  ; 
Whose  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 

From  sorrow's  weeping  eye  ! 

2  See !  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wand'rer  mourn  ; 
Ha  t  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 
Hast  thou  not  said,  Return  ? 

3  Absent  from  thee,  my  guide,  my  light  ! 

Without  one  cheering  ray  ; 
Thro'  dangers,  fears,  and  gloomy  night. 
How  desolate  my  way  ! 

4  O  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 

With  beams  of  mercv  shine  ; 
And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joys  divine. 

5  Thy  presence  only  can  bestow 

Delights  which  never  cloy  : 
Be  this  my  solace  here  below, 
And  my  eternal  joy  ! 

HYMN  121.     (CM.)    Whitepield's  col. 

Prayer  for  assurance, 
1  'f^  TERNAL  source  of  joys  divine 
HjJ   T°  thee  my  soul  aspires ; 


HYMN  CXXII.  Ill 

O  could  I  say,  "  the  Lord  is  mine," 
'Tis  all  my  soul  desires. 

2  Thy  smile  can  give  me  real  joy, 
Unmingled,  and  refined ; 
Substantial  bliss  without  alloy, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Thy  smites  can  gild  the  shades  of  wo, 
Bid  stormy  trouble  cease 

Spread  the  fair  dawn  of  hcav'n  below, 
And  sweeten  pain  to  peace. 

4  My  hope,  my  trust,  my  life,  my  Lord ! 
Assure  me  of  thy  love ; 

O  spe  :k  the  kind  transporting  word, 
And  bid  my  fears  remove. 

5  Then  shall  my  thankful  pow'rs  rejoice, 
And  triumph  in  my  God, 

Till  heav'nly  rapture  tunes  my  voice, 
To  spread  thy  praise  abroad. 

HYMX  122.  (CM.)  Addison. 

On  the  Scnfttures. 

1  £^i  RE  AT  God  !  with  wonder  and  with 

Ou  all  thy  works  I  look  ; 
But  st  U  thy  widom,  pow'r,  and  grace, 
Shine  brighter  in  thy  book    . 

2  The  stars,  that  in  thrir  courses  roll, 

Have  much  instruction  giv'n  ; 

But  thy  good  word  informs  my  soul 
How  1  may  soar  to heav'n. 


112  HYMN  CXXIII. 

3  The  fields  provide  me  food,  and  show 

The  goohiess  of  the  Lord  ; 
But  fruits  of  life  and  glory  grow 
In  thy  most  hoi)  word. 

4  Here  are  my  choicest  treasures  hid, 

Here  my*best  comfort  lies  ; 
Here  my  desires  are  satisfy 'd, 
And  here  my  hopes  arise. 

5  Lord,  make  me  understand  thy  law, 

Show  what  my  faults  have  been ; 
And  from  the  gospel  let  me  draw 
Pardon  for  all  my  sin. 

HYMN  123.  (C.  M.)  Doddridge. 

Love  to  our  neighbour  ;  or,  the  good  Samaritan. 
Luke  x.  29 — 37. 
1  "0  ATHER  of  mercies !  send  thy  grace, 
JL1     All-powerful  from  above, 
To  form,  in  our  obedient  souls, 
The  image  of  thy  love, 

1  Oh,  may  our  sympathizing  breasts 
That  ge  icrous  pleasure  know, 
Kindly  to  share  in  others'  joy, 
And  weep  for  others'  wo  ! 

3  When  the  most  helpless  sons  of  grief 

In  low  distress  are  laid  ; 
Soft  b.-  our  hearts  their  p.tins  to  feel, 
And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 

4  So  Jesus  look'd  on  dying  man, 

When  thron'd  above  the  skies  ; 


HYMN  CXXIV.  113 

And,  'midst  th'  embraces  of  his  God, 
He  felt  compassion  rise. 

3  On  wings  of  love  the  Saviour  flew, 
To  raise  us  from  the  ground, 
And  shed  the  richest  of  his  blood, 
A  balm  for  every  wound. 

HYMN  124.  (C.  M.)  Doddridge. 

The  iv  ay  a  of  the  righ:e  us  known  to  God, 

1  FTH  O  thee  my  God !  my  days  are  known ; 

My  soul  enjoys  the  thought ; 
My  actions  all  before  thee  lie, 
Nor  are  my  wants  forgot. 

2  Each  secret  wish  devotion  breathes^ 

Is  vocal  to  thine  ear ; 
And  all  my  walks  of  daily  life 
Before  thine  eye  appear. 

3  The  vacant  hour,  the  active  scene, 

Thy  mercy  shall  approve  ; 
And  ev'ry  pang  of  sympathy, 
And  ev'ry  care  of  love. 

4  Each  golden  hour  of  beaming  light 

Is  gilded  by  thy  rays ; 
And  dark  affliction's  midnight  gioom 
A  present  God  surveys. 

5  Full  in  thy  view  through  life  I  pass, 

And  in  thy  view  I  die : 
Lord,  when  all  mortal  bonds  shall  break, 
May  I  still  find  thee  nigh  ! 


114  HYMN  CXXV,  CXVXI. 

HYMN  125.  (L.  M.)  Wiiitefield's  Col. 

Mysteries  of  Providence. 

1  "|      ORD,  how  mysterious  are  thy  ways  ! 
1  j   How  blind  are  we,  how  mean  our 

praise ; 
Thy  steps  no  mortal  eyes  explore  ; 
'Tis  ours  to  wonder  and  adore. 

2  Thy  purposes  from  creature -sight 
Are  hid  in  shades  of  awful  night ; 
Amid  the  lines,  with  curious  eye, 
Not  angel  minds  presume  to  pry. 

3  Great  God !  I  do  not  ask  to  see 
What  in  futurity  shall  be  ; 

Let  light  and  bliss  attend  my  days, 
And  then  my  future  hours  be  praise. 

4  Are  darkness  and  rlistress  my  share? 
Give  itu  to  trust  thy  guardian  care  ; 
1  nough  ior  me,  if  love  divine 

At  k  ngth  through  every  cloud  shall  shine. 

5  Yet  this  my  soul  desires  to  know, 

Be  this  my  only  wish  below ;        [quest 
"That  Christ  is  mine!" — this  great  re - 
Grant,  oounteous  God  ;  and  I  am  blest. 

HYMN  126.  (L.  M.)  Newton. 
Why  art  thou  cast  down. 

1    ^  »THY,   O  my  soul,  these  anxious 
\ V  cares  ? 

Why  thus  cast  down  with  doubts  and  fears? 


HYMN  CXXVII.  115 

How  canst  thou  want  if  God  provide, 
Or  lose  thy  way  with  such  a  guide  ? 

2  When  first  before  his  mercy  seat 
Thou  didst  to  him  thy  all  commit, 
He  gave  thee  warrant  from  that  hour, 
To  trust  his  wisdom,  love,  and  power. 

3  Did  ever  trouble  yet  befel, 
And  he  refuse  to  hear  thy  call  ? 
And  has  he  not  his  promise  past, 
That  thou  shalt  overcome  at  last? 

4  He  who  has  heip'd  me  hitherto, 
Will  help  me  all  my  journey  through, 
And  give  me  daily  cause  to  raise 
New  Ebenezers  to  his  praise. 

HYMN  127.  (L.  M.)  Cowper. 

Return  of  joy. 

1  \\  T HEN  darkness  long  has  veiPd  my 

f  f  mind, 

And  smiling  day  once  more  appears  ; 
Then,  my  Redeemer!  then  I  find 
The  folly  of  my  doubts  and  fears. 

2  I  chide  my  unbelieving  heart ; 
And  blush  that  I  should  ever  be, 
Thus  prone  to  act  so  base  a  part, 

Or  harbour  one  hard  thought  of  thee  ! 

3  Oh,  let  me  then,  at  length  be  taught 
(What  I  am  still  so  slow  to  learn,) 
That  God  is  love,  and  changes  not, 
Nor  knows  the  shadow  of  a  \urn. 


116  HYMN  CXX VIII. 

4  Sweet  truth,  and  easy  to  repeat ! 
But  when  my  faith  is  sharply  try'd, 
1  iind  myself  a  learner  yet, — 
Unskilful,  weak,  and  apt  to  slide. 

5  But,  O  my  Lord,  one  look  from  thee 
Subdues  the  disobedient  will ; 
Drives  doubt  and  discontent  away, 
And  thy  rebellious  worm  is  still. 

6  Thou  art  as  ready  to  forgive, 
As  I  am  ready  to  repine, 

Thou  therefore  all  the  praise  receive ; 
Be  shame  and  self-abhorrence  mine. 

HYMN  128.  (L.  M.)  Swain. 
The  assurance  of  faith. 

1  1 1  ^HE  Lord,  whose  throne  is  fix'd  on 

1  high, 

The  God  of  glory  and  of  love, 
That  treads  the  clouds  beneath  his  feet, 
And  rules  the  wondrous  worlds  above. 

2  The  God  that  built  the  starry  roof 
Thar  over- kings  this  spacious  earth, 
That  laicj  the  floors  of  heav'n  with  gold, 
And  gave  the  whole  creation  birth : — 

3  This  God  is  mine,  and  I  am  his — 
Eternal  glory  to  his  name  ! 

Though  time  and  nature  stop  their  course, 
My  God  and  Saviour  is  the  same. 

4  Though  hell  and  sin,  with  all  their  hosts 
United  rise  my  faith  to  move. 


HYMNCXX1X.  117 

Fix'd  on  this  rock  I  stand  secure, 
And  triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

When  earth  and  heav'n  shall  roll  away, 
My  soul,  beyond  the  reach  of  fear, 
In  a  new  heav'n  shall  meet  her  Lord, 
And  reign  for  ever  with  him  there. 

HYMN  129.  (L.  M.)  Doddridge. 

Fore-runner  and  foundation  of  our  hofie. 

JESUS,  the  Lord,  whom  we  adore  ! 
Is  now  a  sufferer  no  more, 
High  on  his  Father's  throne  he  reigns 
O'er  earth  and  heav'n's  extensive  plains. 

His  race  for  ever  is  complete ; 
For  ever  undisturb'd  his  seat; 
Myriads  of  angels  round  him  fly, 
And  sing  his  well-gain'd  victory. 

Yet  midst  the  honours  of  his  throne, 
He  joys  not  for  himself  alone  ! 
His  meanest  servants  share  their  part, 
Share  in  his  sympathizing  heart. 

Raise,  raise,  my  soul,  thy  raptur'd  sight' 
With  sacred  wonder  and  delight ; 
Jesus,  thy  own  fore-runner,  see 
Enter'd  beyond  the  veil  for  thee. 

Loud  let  the  howling  tempest  roar, 
And  foaming  waves  to  mountains  soar ; 
No  shipwreck  can  my  vessel  fear, 
Since  hope  hath  fix'd  its  anchor  here. 
L 


118  HYMN  CXXX,  CXXXI. 

HYMN  130.     (C.  M.) 

Prayer  for  su/i/iorting  grace. 

1  f\  GRACIOUS  God,  in  whom  I  live, 
\JF    My  feeble  efforts  aid  ; 

Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 
Though  trembling  and  afraid. 

2  Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope, 

When  foes  aftd  fears  prevail ; 
And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 
Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

3  Whene'er  temptations  fright  my  heart, 

Or  lure  my  feet  aside. 
My  God,  thy  powerful  aid  impart, 
My  guardian  and  my  guide. 

4  O  keep  me  in  thy  heav'nly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee  ; 
O  let  me  never,  never  stray 
From  happiness  and  thee. 

-    HYMN  131.     (C.  M.)     Steele. 

Filial  submission. 

1  A  ND  can  my  heart  aspire  so  high. 
jLX.  To  say,  my  Father  God  ? 
Lord  !  at  thy  feet  I  fain  would  lie, 

And  learn  to  kiss  the  rod. 

2  I  would  submit  to  all  thy  will, 

For  thou  art  good  and  wise  ; 
Let  every  anxious  thought  be  still, 
Nor  one  faint  murmur  rise. 


HYMN  CXXXII.  119 

3  Thy  love  can  cheer  the  darksome  gloom, 

And  bid  me  wait  serene, 
Till  hopes  and  joys  immortal  bloom, 
And  brighten  all  the  scene. 

4  "My  Father"— O  permit  my  heart 

To  plead  its  humble  claim, 
And  ask  the  bliss  those  words  impart, 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

HYMN  132.  (G.  M.)  Cowper. 

Submission. 

1  |^|  LORD  !  my  best  desires  fulfil, 
\j    And  help  me  to  resign 

Life,  health,  and  comfort,  to  thy  will, 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command, 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears, 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 

3  Why  should  my  foolish  heart  complain, 

When  wisdom,  truth,  and  love, 
Direct  the  stroke,  inflict  the  pain, 
And  point  to  joys  above  ? 

4  No !  let  me  rather  freely  yield, 

What  most  I  prize,  to  thee, 

Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 

Nor  wilt  withhold  from  me. 

5  Thy  favour  all  my  journey  through 

Thou  art  engaged  to  grant ; 


120  HYMN  CXXXIII. 

What  else  I  want  or  think  I  do, 
'Tis  better  still  to  want. 

6  Wisdom  and  mercy  guide  my  way  : 

Shall  I  resist  them  both  ? 
A  poor  blind  creature  of  a  day, 
And  crush'd  before  the  moth  ? 

7  But  ah  !  my  inmost  spirit  cries, 

Still  bind  me  to  thy  sway  ; 
Else  the  next  cloud,  that  veils  my  skies, 
Drives  all  these  thoughts  away. 

HYMN  133.    (C.  M.)   Hervey. 
Resignation  to  God's  unerring  wisdom. 

1  fTlHRO'  all  the  downward  tracts  of 

k       God's  watchful  eye  surveys;  [time, 
O,  who  so  wise  to  chose  our  lot, 
Or  regulate  our  ways  ? 

2  I  cannot  doubt  his  bounteous  love, 

Unmeasurably  kind ; 
To  his  unerring,  gracious  will, 
Be  ev'ry  wish  resign'd. 

3  Good  when  he  gives,  supremely  good, 

Nor  less  when  he  denies  ; 
Ev'n  crosses  from  his  sov'reign  hand 
Are  blessings  in  disguise. 

4  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  divine, 

My  God,  inscribe  my  name ; 
There  let  me  fill  some  humble  place,, 
Beneath  the  slaughtered  Lamb. 


HYMN  CXXX1V.  121 

5  On  this  support  my  soul  shall  lean, 
And  banish  ev'ry  care ; 
The  gloomy  vale  of  death  must  smile, 
If  God  be  with  me  there* 

HYMN  134.  (C.  M.)  Doddridge. 

Submission   under   bereaving  providences.— Psalm 
xlvi.  10. 

1  TJEACE  !— 'tis  the  Lord  Jehovah's 

I  hand 

That  blasts  our  joys  in  death, 
Changes  the  visage  once  so  dear, 
And  gathers  back  the  breath. 

2  'Tis  he, — the  potentate  supreme 

Of  all  the  worlds  above, — 
Whose  steady  counsels  wisely  rule, 
Nor  from  their  purpose  move. 

3  'Tis  he,  whose  justice  might  demand 

Our  souls  a  sacrifice  ; 
Yet  scatters,  with  unwearied  hand, 
A  thousand  rich  supplies. 

4  Our  cov'nant  God  and  Father  he 

In  Christ  our  bleeding  Lord, 
Whose  grace  can  heal  the  bursting  heart 
With  one  reviving  word. 

5  Fair  garlands  of  immortal  bliss 

He  weaves  for  ev'ry  brow : 
And  shall  rebellious  passions  rise. 
When  he  corrects  us  now  ? 
L  2 


122  HYMN  CXXXV. 

6  Silent  we  own  Jehovah's  name, 
We  kiss  the  scourging  hand  ; 
And  yield  our  comforts  and  our  life 
To  thy  supreme  command. 

HYMN  135.  (CM.)  Stennett. 
Pleading  with  God  und  r  affliction. — Lam.  Hi.' 39. 

1  1  iTHY  should  a  living  man  complain 

|f      Of  deep  distress  within, 
Since  ev'rv  sigh,  and  ev'ry  pain 
Is  but  the  fruit  of  sin  ? 

2  Lord  to  thy  dealings  I'll  submit, 

Nor  would  I  dare  rebel ; 
Yet  sure  I  may,  here  at  thy  feet, 
My  painful  feelings  teli. 

3  Thou  seest  what  floods  of  sorrows  rise  ; 

And  beat  upon  my  soul ; 
Deep  calls  to  deep — O  hear  my  cries, 
While  stormy  billows  roll. 

4  From  fear  to  hope,  and  hope  to  fear, 

My  ship-wrt  ck'd  soul  is  tost ; 
Till  1  am  tempted  in  despair 
To  give  up  all  for  lost. 

5  Yet  through  the  stormy  clouds  I  look 

Once  more  to  thee,  my  God  ; 
O  fix  my  feet  on  Christ,  the  rock, 
Who  bought  me  with  his  blood. 

6  One  look  of  mercy  from  thy  face, 

Will  set  my  heart  at  ease  ; 
One  all- commanding  word  of  grace 
\v  ill  make  the  tempest  cease. 


HYMN  CXXXVI.  123 

HYMN   136.  (A  .  M.)  Addison. 
Prs,,,a(ionbyaea.     Psalm   rxxi    8. 

1   '    XOW  are  thy  servants  blest,  O  Lord? 
How  sure  is  their  defence  ; 
Eternal  Wisdom  is  their  guide — 
Their  help,  Omnipotence. 

[2  In  foreign  realms  and  lands  remote, 
Supported  by  thy  care, 
Thro'  burning  climes  they  pass  unhurt, 
And  breathe  in  tainted  air.] 

3  When  by  the  dreadful  tempest  borne 

High  on  the  broken  wave, 
They  know  thou  art  not  slow  to  hear, 
Nor  impotent  to  save. 

4  The  storms  were  laid,  the  winds  retir'd, 

Obedient  to  thy  will ; 
The  sea,  that  roar'd  at  thy  command, 
At  thy  command  was  still. 

5  In  midst  of  dangers,  fears,  and  death, 

Thy  goodness  we'll  adore  ; 
And  praise  thee  for  thy  mercies  past, 
And  humbly  hope  for  more. 

6  My  life,  while  thou  preserv'st  that  life, 

Thy  sacrifice  shall  be  ; 
And  death,  when  death  shall  be  my  lot, 
Shall  join  my  soul  to  thee. 


124      HYMN  CXXXV1I,  CXXXVIII. 

HYMN  137.  (L.M.)  Davies. 

Prayer  for    rain  just    before  harvest— -2  Chron. 

vi.  26. 

1  £^\  RE  AT  God,  we  view  thy  chast'ning 
VJT         "and, 

The  earth's  like  brass  thro'  all  our  land ; 
The  heaven  its  fruitful  show'rs  denies, 
And  nature  round  us  fades  and  dies. 

2  Revive  our  with'ring  fields  with  rain  ; 
Let  fruitful  show'rs  descend  again  ; 
On  thee  alone  our  hopes  rely, 
Lord,  hear  our  humble,  earnest  cry. 

3  O  let  the  fruits  in  clusters  bend, 
Through  all  our  land  from  end  to  end ; 
And  let  both  saints  and  sinners  see, 
Our  all  depends,  O  Lord,  on  thee. 

HYMN  138.    (L.  M.)    Doddridge. 

The  believer  committing  his  departing  sfiirit  la 
Jesus. 

1  /^k    THOU,     that     hast     redemption 
\Jf         wrought, 

Patron  of  souls  thy  blood  hath  bought ; 
To  thee  our  spirit  we  commit, 
Mighty  to  rescue  from  the  pit. 

2  Millions  of  blissful  souls  above, 
In  realms  of  purity  and  love, 

With  songs  of  endless  praise  proclaim 
The  honours  of  thy  faithful  name. 

3  When  all  the  powers  of  nature  faiPd.? 
Thy  ever-constant  care  prevail'd ; 


HYMN  CXXXIX.  125 

Courage  and  joy  thy  friendship  spoke, 
When  every  mortal  bond  was  broke. 

4  We  on  that  friendship,  Lord,  repose, 
The  healing  balm  of  all  our  woes  ; 
And  we,  when  sinking  in  the  grave, 
Trust  thine  Omnipotence  to  save. 

5  O  may  our  spirits  by  thy  hand 
Be  gather'd  to  rhat  happy  band, 

Who,  'midst  the  blessings  of  thy  reign, 
Lose  all  remembrance  of  their  pain  ! 

6  In  raptures  there,  divinely  sweet, 
Give  us  our  kindred  souls  to  meet, 
And  wait  with  them  that  brighter  day, 
Which  all  thy  triumph  shall  display  { 

HYMN    i39.    (CM.) 

The  death  of  a  Believer. 

1  TN  vain  my  fancy  strives  to  paint, 

t     The  moment  after  death, 
The  glories  that  surround  the  saint, 
When  yielding  up  his  breath. 

2  One  gentle  sigh  his  fetters  breaks. 

We  scarce  can  say  he's  gone, 
Before  the  willing  spirit  takes, 
Her  mansion  near  the  throne. 

3  Faith  strives,  but  all  its  efforts  fail 

To  trace  her  in  her  flight ; 
No  eye  can  pierce  within  the  veil 
Which  hides  the  world  of  light. 


126  HYMN  CXL. 

4  Thus  much,  and  this  is  all  we  know, 

They're  number'd  with  the  blest ; 
Have  done  with  sin,  and  care,  and  wo, 
And  with  their  Saviour  rest. 

5  Their  faith  and  patience,  love  and  zeal, 

Should  make  their  mem'ry  dear ; 
And  Lord  do  thou  the  prayers  fulfil, 
They  offered  for  us  here. 

6  While  they  have  gain'd,  we  losers  are, 

We  miss  them  day  by  day  ; 
But  thou  can'st  every  breach  repair, 
And  wipe  our  tears  away. 

HYMN  140.  (C.  M.)  Addison. 
The  Christian's  Hope. 

1  "^"H7"m^>    rising  from   the  bed   of 

\\  death, 

O'erwhelm'd  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  see  my  maker,  face  to  face ; 
O  how  shall  I  appear ! 

2  If  yet,  while  pardon  may  be  found, 

And  mercy  may  be  sought, 
My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought ; 

3  When  thou,  O  Lord,  shait  stand  disclos'd 

In  Majesty  severe, 
And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul ; 
O  how  shall  I  appear  ! 

4  But  thou  hast  told  the  troubled  mind, 
x    Who  does  her  sins  lament ; 


HYMN  CXLI.  127 

An  interest  in  the  Saviour  Christ 
Shall  endless  woe  prevent. 

5  Give  me  that  sorrow  of  the  heart, 

Ere  yet  it  be  too  late ; 
And  hear  my  Saviour's  dying  groans, 
His  sorrows  will  have  weight. 

6  For  never  shall  my  soul  despair 

Her  pardon  to  procure, 
Who  knows  thy  only  Son  has  died, 
To  make  her  pardon  sure. 

HYMN  141.     (L.  M.)     Steele. 
Faith  in  God. — Hab.  iii.  17,  18. 

1  OjHOULD  famine  o'er  the  mourning 
(^   Extend  its  desolating  reign  ;    [field 
Nor  spring  its  blooming  beauties  yield, 
Nor  autumn  swell  the  golden  grain  ; 

2  Should  lowing  herds,  and  bleating  sheep, 
Around  their  famish'd  master  die ; 

And  hope  itself  despairing  weep, 
While  life  deplores  its  last  supply ; 

3  Amid  the  dark,  the  dismal  scene, 
If  I  can  say  the  Lord  is  mine, 

The  joy  shall  triumph  o'er  the  pain5 
And  glory  dawn,  though  life  decline. 

4  The  God  of  my  salvation  lives  ; 
My  nobler  life  he  will  sustain ; 
His  word  immortal  vigour  rrives, 
Nor  shall  my  glorious  hopes  be  vain* 


128  HYMN  CXLII. 

5  Thy  presence,  Lord  can  cheer  my  heart, 
Though  every  earthly  comfort  die  ; 
Thy  smile  can  bid  my  pains  d<  part, 
And  raise  my  sacred  pleasures  high. 

[6  O  let  me  hear  thy  blissftil  voice, 
Inspiring  life  and  joys  divine  ! 
Tht  barren  desert  shall  rejoice, 
'Tis  paradise  if  thou  art  mine  !] 

HYMN  142.     (C.  M). 

The  Chri st ta,7i  journeying  home. 

1  A    STRANGER  in  the  world  below, 
xV     I  calmly  sojourn  here, 

Nor  shall  its  happiness  or  woe, 
Provoke  my  hope  or  fear. 

2  Its  evils  in  a  moment  end, 

Its  joys  as  soon  are  past ; 
But  O !  the  bliss  to  which  I  tend, 
Eternally  shall  last. 

,3  There  my  exalted  Saviour  stands, 
My  merciful  high  priest, 
And  still  extends  his  wounded  hands 
To  take  me  to  his  breast. 

4.  What  is  there  here  to  court  my  stay, 
Or  hold  me  back  from  home, 
While  angels  beckon  me  away, 
And  Jesus  bids  me  come. 

5  Now  on  the  brink  of  death  we  stand, 
And  if  I  pass  before. 


HYMN  CXLIII.  129 

My  friends  shall  soon  arrive  at  land, 
And  hail  me  on  that  shore. 

6  Then  we  in  Jesus'  praise  shall  join, 
His  boundless  love  proclaim, 
And  solemnize  in  songs  divine, 
The  marriage  of  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  143.     (C.  M.)    Hawkesworth. 

Composed  a  little  before  his  death,  after  sleeping-. 
J/ifiroach  of  death. 

1  TN  sleep's  serene  oblivion  laid, 

|     I  safely  pass'd  the  silent  night ; 
At  once  I  see  the  breaking  shade. 
And  drink  again  the  morning  light. 

2  New  born  I  bless  the  waking  hour, 
Once  more  with  awe  rejoice  to  be  ; 
My  conscious  soul  resumes  her  power 
And  springs,  my  gracious  God,  to  thee, 

3  O  guide  me  through  the  various  maze, 
My  doubtful  feet  are  doom'd  to  tread  ; 
And  spread  thy  shield's  protecting  blaze, 
When  dangers  press  around  my  head. 

4f  A  deeper  shade  will  soon  impend, 
A  deeper  sleep  my  eyes  oppress : 
Yet  still  thy  strength  shall  me  defend, 
Thy  goodness  still  shall  deign  to  bless, 

5.  That  deeper  shade  shall  fade  away, 

That  deeper  sleep  shall  leave  my  eyes ; 

Thy  light  shall  give  eternal  day  ! 

Thy  love  the  rapture  of  the  skies. 

M 


130  HYMN  CXLIV. 

HYMN  144.  (L.  M.)  Brown. 
Sickness  and  Death. 

1  "]\/f  Y  soul  the  minutes  haste  away, 

\ y  I  Apace  comes  on  th'  important  day, 
When  in  the  icy  arms  of  death 
I  must  give  up  my  vital  breath. 

2  Look  forward  to  the  moving  scene  ; 
How  wilt  thou  be  affected  then  ? 
When  from  on  high  some  sharp  disease 
Resistless  shall  my  vitals  seize. 

3  When  all  the  springs  of  life  are  low, 
The  spirits  faint,  the  pulses  slow  ; 

The  eyes  grow  dim  and  short  the  breath, 
The  tokens  of  approaching  death. 

4  When  clammy  sweats  through  ev'ry  part, 
Show  life's  retreating  to  the  heart ; 

Its  last  resistance  there  to  make, 

And  then  the  breathless  frame  forsake. 

5  When  vast  eternity's  in  sight; 

The  brightest  day,  the  blackest  night  ; 
One  shock  will  break  the  building  down 
And  let  thee  into  worlds  unknown. 

6  O  come,  my  soul,  the  matter  weigh  ! 
How  wilt  thou  leave  thy  kindred  clay 
And  how  the  unknown  regions  try. 
And  launch  into  eternity ! 


HYMN  CXLV.  131 

HYMN  145.  (C.  M.)  Steele. 
Funeral  of  a  young  person, 

1  TIT  HEN  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd 

\  V  away, 

*  By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

2  While  sorrow  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

Oh  !  may  this  truth,  imprest 
With  awful  pow'r— "  I  too  must  die  !" 
Sink  deep  in  ev'ry  breast. 

3  Let  this  vain  world  prevail  no  more ; 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb  ! 
It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour ; 
This  day  stern  death  may  come. 

4  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene 

May  ev'ry  heart  obey  : 
Nor  be  the  heav'nly  warning  vain,, 
Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 

5  Oh !  let  us  fly,  to  Jesus  fly, 

Whose  pow'rful  arm  can  save ; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

6  Great  God,  thy  sov 'reign  grace  impart, 

With  cleansing,  healing  pow'r ; 
Do  thou  prepare  this  guilty  heart 
For  death's  decisive  hour. 


132  HYMN  CXLVT,  CXLVIf. 

HYMN  146.   (L.  M.)    Steele. 

Eternity  joyful  and  tremendous. 

1  Tjl  TERNITY  is  just  at  hand  ! 

Pj   Shall  I  then  waste  my  ebbing  sand, 
And  careless  view  departing  day, 
Throwing  my  inch  of  time  away  ? 

2  Eternity  ! — tremendous  sound  ! 
To  guilty  souls  a  dreadful  wound  ! 
But  oh  !  if  Christ  and  heav'n  be  mine, 
How  sweet  the  accents  !  how  divine  ! 

3  Be  this  my  chief,  my  only  care, 
My  high  pursuit,  my  ardent  prayer  ; 
An  interest  in  the  Saviour's  blood — 
My  pardon  seal'd,  and  peace  with  God. 

4  But  should  my  brightest  hopes  be  vain  ! 
The  rising  doubt  how  sharp  its  pain  I 
My  fears,  O  gracious  God  !  remove  ! 
Speak  me  an  object  of  ihy  love. 

5  Search,   Lord  !    Oh  search   my  inmost 

heart, 
And  light,  and  hope,  and  joy  impart ; 
From  guilt  and  error  set  me  free, 
And  guide  me  safe  to  heavm  and  thee. 

HYMN  147.    (C.  M,)   Steele. 

Time  and  eternity  ;  or,  longing  after  unseen  plea- 
sures.— 2  Cor.  iv.  18. 

1         |"OW  long  shall  earth's  alluring  toys, 
Detain  our  hearts  and  eyes, 
Regardless  of  immortal  joys, 
And  strangers  to  the  skies-? 


HYMN  CXLVIII.  133 

2  These  transient  scenes  will  soon  decay  : 

They  fade  upon  the  sight ; 
And  quickly  will  their  brightest  day 
Be  lost  in  endless  night. 

3  Their  brightest  day,  alas,  how  vain  ! 

With  conscious  sighs  we  own ; 
While  clouds  of  sorrow,  care  and  pain, 
O'ershade  the  smiling  noon. 

4  Oh,  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly 

Above  these  gloomy  shades* 
To  those  bright  worlds  beyond  the  sky, 
Which  sorrow  ne'er  invades ! 

5  There  joys,  unseen  by  mortal  eyes, 

On  reason's  feeble  ray, 
In  ever  blooming  prospects  rise, 
Unconscious  of  decay. 

6  Lord  send  a  beam  of  light  divine, 

To  guide  our  upward  aim  ; 
With  one  reviving  touch  of  thine 
Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 

7  Then  shall,  on  faith's  sublimest  wing, 

Our  ardent  wishes  rise 
To  those  bright  scenes,  where  pleasures 
Immortal  in  the  skies.  [sPrmg 


o 


HYMN  148.  (C.  M.)  Stennett. 

The  promised  land. 

N  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
And  cast  a  wishful  eve 

M  2 


134  HYMN  CXLIX. 

To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  Oh  the  transporting  rapt'rous  scene 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields,  array 'd  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight ! 

3  All  o'er  those  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  et  rnal  day ; 
There  God  the  Son  for  ever  reigns, 
Aid  scatters  night  away. 

4  No  chilling  winds,  or  pois'nous  breath, 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  : 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 

5  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 

6  Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptur'd  soul 

Would  bure  no  longer  stay  : 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 

HYMN  149.  (C.  M.)  Steele. 

Promised  land. 

1    Wjl  A R  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night 
Jf*     Un  ounded  glories  rise, 
And  realms  oi  infinite  delight, 
Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 


HYMN  CL.  135 

2  There  pain  and  sickness  never  come, 

And  grief  no  more  complains  ! 
Health  triumphs  in  immortal  bloom, 
And  endless  pleasure  reigns  ! 

3  There  rich  varieties  of  joy 

Continual  feast  the  mind  ; 
Pleasures  which  fill,  but  never  cloy, 
Immortal  and  refin'd  J 

4  There  no  alternate  night  is  known, 

Nor  sun's  faint,  sickly  ray  ; 
But  glory  from  the  sacred  throne, 
Spreads  everlasting  day. 

5  The  great  Eternal  there  displays 

His  beams  of  wond'rous  grace  ; 
His  happy  subjects  sing  his  praise, 
And  bow  before  his  face. 

6  O  may  we  rise,  by  grace  divine, 

To  those  bright  courts  on  high  ; 
Then  shall  our  happy  spirits  join 
The  chorus  of  the  sky. 

HYMN  J  50.  (C.  M.)  Watts's  Lyrics. 

A  jvrosfiect  of  the  resurrection. 

1  TTOW  long  shall  Death  the  tyrant 
iTl  reign, 

And  triumph  o'er  the  just ; 
While  the  rich  blood  of  martyrs  slain, 
Lies  mingled  with  the  dust  ? 

2  Soon  shall  we  see  the  scatter'd  shades, 

And  dawn  of  heav'n  appear ; 


136  HYMN  CL1. 

The  sweet  immortal  morning  spreads 
Its  blushes  round  the  sphere. 

3  Behold  the  Lord  of  Glory  come, 

And  naming  guards  around  ; 
The  skies  divide  to  make  him  room, 
The  trumpet  shakes  the  ground. 

4  Then  hear  the  voice,  "  Ye  dead  arise !" 

And,  lo  !  the  graves  obey  : 
And  waking  saints  with  joyful  eyes 
Salute  th'  expected  day. 

5  They  leave  the  dust,  and  on  the  wing 

Rise  to  the  midway  air, 
In  shining  garments  meet  their  King, 
And  bow  before  him  there. 

6  O  may  our  humble  spirits  stand 

Among  them,  cloth'd  in  white  ! 
The  meanest  place  at  his  right  hand 
Is  infinite  delight. 

7  How  will  our  joy  and  wonder  rise, 

When  our  returning  King  ' 
Shall  bear  us  homeward  through  the  skies 
On  love's  triumphant  wing. 

HYMN  151.  (S.  M.)  Elliot  &  Harrison. 
Prepare  to  meet    thy   God. — Amos  iv.   12. — Mutt. 
xxiv.  v.  44. 

1     XJREPARE  me,  O  my  God, 
jg       To  stand  before  thy  face  : 
Thy  spirit  must  the  work  perform, 
For  it  is  all  of  grace. 


HYMN  CLII.  137 

[2  I  can't  prepare  my  heart, 
Eterral  life  to  gain  ; 
'Tis  thou  must  all  the  strength  impart, 
Or  all  I  do  is  vain. 

3  I  can't  one  sin  atone — 

I  swell  with  pride  no  more  ; 
All  the  best  duties  I  have  done, 
I've  reason  to  deplore.] 

4  In  Christ's  obedience  clothe, 
And  wash  me  in  his  blood ; 

So  shall  I  lift  my  head  with  joy 
Among  the  sons  of  God. 

5  Do  thou  my  sins  subdue — 

Thy  sovereign  love  make  known  ; 
The  spirit  of  my  mind  renew, 
And  save  me  in  thy  Son. 

6  Let  me  attest  thy  power — 
Let  me  thy  goodness  prove, 

Till  my  full  soul  can  hold  no  more 
Of  everlasting  love. 

HYMN  152.  (C.  M.)  Stennett. 
The  last  Judgment . 

1  ",    J E  comes  !  he  comes  !  to  judge  the 

;    \\_  Aloud  th'  archangel  cries?  [world," 
While  thunders  roll  from  pole  to  pole, 
And  lightnings  cleave  the  skies. 

2  Th'  affrighted  nations  hear  the  sound, 

And  upward  lift  their  eyes : 


138  HYMN  CLII. 

The  slumb'ring  tenants  of  the  ground 
In  living  armies  rise. 

3  Amid  the  shouts  of  numerous  friends, 

Of  hosts  divinely  bright, 
The  Judge  in  solemn  pomp  descends, 
Array 'd  in  robes  of  light. 

4  IJis  head  and  hairs  are  white  as  snow, 

His  eyes  a  fiery  flame, 
A  radiant  crown  adorns  his  brow, 
And  Jesus  is  his  name. 

5  Writ  on  his  thigh  his  name  appears, 

And  scars  his  vict'ries  tell ; 
Lo  !  in  his  hand  the  conqu'ror  bears 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell. 

6  Thus  he  ascends  the  judgment-seat, 

And,  at  his  dread  command, 
Myriads  of  creatures  round  his  feet 
In  solemn  silence  stand, 

7  Princes  and  peasants  here  expect 

Their  last,  their  righteous  doom ; 
The  men  who  dar'd  his  grace  reject, 
And  they  who  could  presume. 

8  "  Depart  ye  sons  of  vice  and  sin," 

The  injur'd  Jesus  cries ! 
While  the  long-kindling  wrath  within 
Flashes  from  both  his  eyes. 

9  And  now  in  words  divinely  sweet, 

With  rapture  in  his  face, 
'    Aloud  his  sacred  lips  repeat, 
The  sentence  of  his  grace  : 


HYMN  CLIII.  139 

10  "  Well  done,  my  good  and  faithful  sons, 
"  The  children  of  my  love  !     [thrones 
"  Receive    the    sceptres,    crowns,    and 
"  Prepared  for  you  above." 

HYMN  153.     (C.  M.)     Needham. 
Books  opened. — Rev.  xx.  12. 

1  O  OON,  soon  the  last  great  day  shall 

>0  come> 

And  we  shall  hear  the  trumpet  sound, 

That  shakes  the  earth,  rends  evVy  tomb, 

And  wakes  the  pris'ners  under  ground. 

2  The  mighty  deep  gives  up  her  trust, 
Aw  d  by  the  Judge's  high  command; 
Both  small  and  great  now  quit  their  dust, 
And  round  the  dread  tribunal  stand. 

3  In  vain  the  wicked  strive  to  shun 
The  Judge's  quick  and  piercing  eye  ; 
In  vain  to  hills  and  mountains  run, 
And  to  the  rocks  for  shelter  cry. 

4  Behold  the  awful  books  display'd 
Big  with  th'  important  fates  of  men ! 
Each  word  and  deed  now  public  made, 
Writt'n  by  heaven's  unerring  pen. 

5  Lord,  when  these  awful  leaves  unfold, 
May  life's  fair  book  my  soul  approve ; 
There  may  I  read  my  name  enroli'd 
And  triumph  in  redeeming  love. 


140  HYMN  CLIV. 

HYMN  154.     (S.  M.)     Doddridg*. 

The  final  sentence  and  misery  of  the  wicked.      Matt. 
xxv.  41. 

1  k    ND  will  the  Judge  descend? 
/\    And  must  the  dead  arise  ? 

And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
His  all-discerning  eyes  ? 

2  And  from  his  righteous  lips 

Shall  this  dread  sentence  sound  ; 
And  through  the  num'rous  guilty  throng. 
Spread  black  despair  around  ? 

3  "  Depart  from  me,  accurs'd 

"  To  everlasting  flame, 
"  For  rebel-angels  first  prepar'd, 
"  Where  mercy  never  came." 

4  How  will  my  heart  endure 

The  terrors  of  that  day  ; 
When  earth  and  heaven  before  his  face? 
Astonish'd  shrink  away  ? 

5  But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead  ; 
Hark,  from  the  Gospel's  cheering  sound, 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  1 

6  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace, 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear ; 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

7  So  shall  that  curse  remove, 

By  which  the  Saviour  bled ; 


HYMN  CLV,  CLVI.  141 

And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 
His  blessing  on  your  head. 

HYMX  155.  (C.  M.)  Doddridge. 
The  ^tar  crown ed  with  goodness. 

1  Tj*  TERN  >L  Source  of  ev'ry  joy  ! 

j^j  Well  may  thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 
While  in  thy  temple  we  appear ; 
Thy  goodness  crowns  the  circling  year. 

2  Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, 
Thy  hand  supports  the  steady  pole  : 
By  thee  the  sun  is  taught  to  rise, 
And  darkness  when  to  veil  the  skies. 

3  Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise  ; 
Still  be  the  cheerful  homage  paid 

With  morning  light  and  ev'ning  shade ! 

4  O  may  our  more  harmonious  tongues 
In  worlds  unknown  pursue  the  songs  ; 
And  in  those  brighter  courts  adore, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more  ! 

HYMN  156.  (C.  M.)  Steele. 
A  morning  song. 

1  /^1  OD  of  my  life,  my  morning  song 
VJP"  To  thee  I  cheerful  raise  : 

Thy  acts  of  love  'tis  good  to  sing, 
And  pleasant  'tis  to  praise. 

2  Preserv'd  by  thy  almighty  arm, 
I  pass'd  the  shades  of  night, 

N 


142  HYMN  CLVII. 

Serene,  and  safe  from  ev'ry  harm, 
To  see  the  morning  light. 

H  While  numbers  spent  the  night  in  sighs 
And  restless  pains  and  woes, 
In  gentle  sleep  I  clos'd  my  eyes, 
And  rose  from  sweet  repose. 

4  When    sleep,    death's   image,    o'er   me 

And  1  unconscious  lay,  [spread 

Thy  watchful  care  was  round  my  bed, 
To  guard  my  feeble  clay. 

5  O  let  the  same  almighty  care 

Thro'  vail  this  day  attend  : 

From  ev'ry  danger,  ev'ry  snare, 

My  heedless  steps  defend. 

6  Smile  on  my  minutes  as  they  roll, 

And  [guide  my  future  days  ; 
O  let  thv  good  ess  fill  my  soul 
With  gratitude  and  praise. 

HYMN  157.  (S.  M.)  Scott. 

*4ormng  song.  % 

1  O  EE  how  the  rising  sun 
j^   Pursues  his  shining  way ; 

And  wide  proclaims  his  Maker's  praise, 
Wi  h  ev'ry  bn^hfning  ray. 

2  Thus  would  my  rising  soul 

I«h  heaverrry  pare:      ing; 
And  to  its  Lrreat  original 
The  humble  tribuie  bring. 


HYMN  CLV1IL  143 

3  Serene  I  laid  me  down 

B  neath  his  guapdian  care  ; 
I  slept,  and  I  awoke,  ami  found 
My  kind  Preserver  near ! 

4  Thus  does  thine  arm  support 

This  weak,  defenceless  frame  : 
But  whence  these  favors,  Lord,  to  mc, 
So  worthless  as  I  am  ? 

5  O  how  shall  I  repay 

The  bounties  of  my  God  ? 

This  feeble  spirit  pants  beneath 

The  pleasing,  painful  load. 

My  Saviour,  to  thy  cross 

I  bring  my  sacrifice  ; 
By  thee  perfum'd,  it  shall  ascend 

With  fragrance  to  the  skies. 

7  My  life  I  would  anew 

Devote,  O  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
And  in  thy  presence  I  would  spend 
A  long  eternity. 

HYMN  158.    (C.  M.) 

A  morning  hymn. 

1  ri  ^ O  thee  let  my  first  offerings  rise, 

|       Whose  sun  creates  the  day, 
Swift  as  his  gladdening  influence  flies, 
And  spotless  as  his  ray. 

2  This  day  thy  favouring  hand  be  nigh  ! 

So  oft  vouchsafed  before  ! 


144  HYMN  CLIX. 

Still  may  it  lead,  protect,  supply  ! 
And  I  that  hand  adoi  t ! 

3  If  bliss  thy  providence  impart, 

For  which  resign'd  I  pray  ; 
Give  me  to  feel  the  grateful  heart ! 
And  without  guilt  be  gay  ! 

4  Affliction  should  thy  love  intend, 

As  vice  or  folly's  cure ; 
Patient,  to  gain  that  gracious  end, 
May  I  the  means  endure  ! 

5  Be  this,  and  every  future  day 

Still  wiser  than  the  past ; 
And,  when  I  all  my  life  survey, 
May  grace  sustain  at  last 

HYMN  159.     (L.  M.)     Steele. 

Evening  song. —    salm  c  xli.  2. 

1  £^i  REAT  God,  to  thee  my  ev'ning 
\jf         song 

With  humble  gratitude  I  raise; 
O  let  thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  livrly  praise. 

2  Mercy,  that  rich  unbounded  store, 
Does  my  unnumber'd  wants  relieve  ; 

ji  Among  thy  dailv  craving  poor 
On  thy  all-bounteous  hand  I  live. 

3  My  days  unclouded  as  they  pass, 
And  ev'ry  gentle  rolling  hour, 

Are  monuments  of  wondVous  tfrace, 
And  witness  too  thy  love  and  pow'r. 


HYMN  CLX.  145 

4  Thy  love  and  pow'r,  celestial  Guard, 
Preserve  me  from  surrounding  harm  : 
Can  danger  reach  me  while  the  Lord 
Extends  his  kind,  protecting  arm? 

5  Let  this  blest  hope  my  eyelids  close, 
With  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame  ; 
Safe  in  thy  care  may  I  repose. 

And  wake  with  praises  to  thy  name, 

HYMN  160.     (S.  M.) 

Even: at*  hymn, 

1  A    NOTHER  day  is  gone  ; 
/\      The  evening  shades  appear  ; 

Our  little  span  thus  glides  away, 
The  night  of  death  is  near. 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 

A «  d  thus  retire  to  rest, 
So  death  will  soon  unrobe  us  all 
Of  what  we  here  possess'd. 

3  Lord  keep  us  in  the  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears, 
Beneath  the  pinions  of  thy  love, 
'Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  then  may  we  arise, 

And  view  th'  unclouded  sun, 
Ma}  we  set  out  to  win  tbe  prize, 
Nor  cease  till  it  is  vv  on. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 

And  we  from  time  remove^ 
n  2 


146  HYMN  CLXL  CLXir. 

O  !  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest — 
The  bosom  of  thy  love  ! 

HYMN  161.     (L.  M.)     Doddridge. 

Sabbath.      Heb.  iv.  9. 

1  ripHJNE  earthly  sabbaths,  Lord,  we 
gj        love, 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 
To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire, 
With  cheerful  hope  and  strong  desire. 

i  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
Nor  sin,  nor  hell,  shall  reach  the  place  ; 
No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs, 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes, 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  reposcr, 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

4  O  long-expected  day,  begin — 
Dawn  on  these  realms  of  wo  and  sin, 
And  when  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
O  may  our  souls  ascend  to  God. 

HYMN  162.     (C.  M.)     Dodridge. 

Sabbath  morning.       Psalm  cxviii   24. 

1   ^\N  this  blest  morn  my  Lord  arose, 
\J     Triumphant  o'er  the  grave  ! 
He  died  to  vanquish  all  my  foes, 
And  lives  again  to  save. 


HYMN  CLXIII.  147 

2  This  is  the  day  for  holy  rest,  > 

Yet  clouds  will  gather  soon, 
Except  »my  Lord  become  my  guest, 
And  put  my  harp  in  tune. 

3  No  heav'nly  fire  my  soul  can  raise, 

Without  the  Spirit's  aid  ; 
His  breath  must  kindle  pray'r  and  praise, 
Or  I  am  cold  and  dead. 

4  On  all  the  flocks  thy  Spirit  pour, 

And  saving  health  convey  ; 
A  sweet,  refreshing  Sunday- show'r 
Will  make  them  sing  and  pray. 

5  Direct  thy  shepherds  how  to  feed 

The  flocks  of  thy  own  choice  ; 
Give  savor  to  the  heavenly  bread, 
And  bid  the  folds  rejoice. 

6  Increase,  O  Lord,  my  faith  and  hope, 

And  fit  me  to  ascend, 
Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 
And  Sabbaths  never  end. 

HYMN  163.     (L.  M.) 

Lord's  day  evening. 

1  T    ORD,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 
JL^  A  whole  assembly  worship  thee ! 
At  once  they  sing,  at  once  they  pray  ! 
They've  heard  of  heav'nand  learn  the  way. 

2  Write  thou  upon  my  mem'ry,  Lord, 
The  truths  and  doctrines  of  thy  word ; 


148  HYMN  CLXfV. 

0  let  me  break  thy  laws  no  more, 
But  love  thee  better  than  before. 

3  This  heavenly  flame  within  the  breast, 
Is  the  sure  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

4  With  thoughts  of  Christ,  and  things  diving 
Fill  up  this  vacant  heart  of  mine; 
That,  hoping  pardon  through  his  blood, 

1  may  lie  down  and  wake  with  God. 

HYMN  164.     (L.  M.)     Yok£. 
Go  fireach  my  gos/ieL     Mark  xvi.  15. 

1  "  jf"^  O,"  said  the  voice  of  heavenly  lovo 
"  \jl    My  gospel  preach  to  ev'ry  land  ; 
"  Lo  !  I  am  with  you  to  the  end, 
"Observe  and  follow  my  command." 

2  "  My  pardoning  love  proclaim  abroad, 
"  And  show  the  virtue  of  my  blood  ; 

c<  'Till  time  shall  end,  proclaim  my  grace 
"  To  ev'ry  land,  in  ev'ry  place. 

3  "  Go,  let  the  chief  of  sinners  know, 
"  That  I  have  blessings  to  bestow; 
"  Proclaim  salvation  in  my  name, 
"Beginning  at  Jerusalem. 

4  With  joy  the  first  disciples  heard, 
And  preach'd  the  heart  reviving  news, 
As  they  from  him  received  in  charge, 
First,  to  the  unbelieving  Jews  : 


HYMN  CLXV.  149 

5  Then  to  the  Gentiles  far  and  near, 
Publish'd  salvation  in  his  name, 
And  the  glad  tidings  ot  his  grace 
To  this  distinguish'd  nation  came. 

6  Here  may  the  gospel  still  remain, 
'Till  Christ  shall  in  the  clouds  descend  ; 
Then  may  we  goto  meet  the  Lord, 
And  find  the  judge  our  hcav'nly  friend. 

HYMN  165.     (<\  M.) 

For  a  national  fast . 

1  II  THEN  Abra'm,  full  of  sacred  awe, 

f  f        Before  Jehovah  stood, 
And  with  an  humble  fervent  prayer, 
For  guilty  Sodom  sued ; 

2  With  what  successful,  wondrous  grace, 

Was  his  petition  crown 'd  ! 
The  Lord  would  spare,  if  in  that  place, 
Ten  righteous  men  were  found. 

3  And  could  a  single  fervent  saint 

Acceptance  such  attain  ? 
Great  God !  And  shall  a  nation  cry, 
And  plead  with  thee  in  vain. 

4  Are  not  the  people  dear  to  thee, 

Now,  as  in  ancient  times  ? 
Or,  does  this  sinful  land  exceed 
Gomorrah  in  its  crimes? 

5  Still  we  are  thine,  we  bear  thy  name ; 

Is  this  not  thine  abode  ? 


150  HYMN  CLXVI. 

Then  grant  us  grace  to  ask  in  faith* 
Forgive  our  sins,  O  God. 

HYMN  166.    Toplady's  Col. 
Jubilee, 

1  T>  LOW  ye  the  trumpet  blow 
Jj  The  gladly  solemn  sound ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners*  home  1 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 
1  he  sin-atoning  Lamb, 
Redemption  by  his  blood, 
Thro'  all  the  world  proclaim  ; 

3  Y     who  have  sold  for  nought, 
Your  heritage  above, 
Come,  take  it  back  unbought, 
1  he  gift  ol  Jesus'  love; 

4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 
Your  liberty  receive ; 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live ; 

5  The  gospel -.rumpet  h  ar, 

i  Le  news  of  pard'ning  grace  ; 
Ye  happy  souls,  draw  near, 
Behold  your  Saviour's  face ; 

6  Jesus,  our  great- high-priest, 
Hath  full  atonement  made ; 


! 


HYMNCLXVIL  151 

Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 
Ye  mourning  souls,  be  glad ! 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

HYMN  167.    Toplady's  Coi. 

The  burdened  sinner. 

AH,  what  can  I  do, 
Or  where  be  secure  \ 
If  justice  pursue 

What  heart  can  endure  ! 
The  heart  breaks  asunder, 

Though  hard  as  a  stone, 
When  God  speaks  in  thunder, 
And  makes  himself  known. 

With  terror  I  read 

My  sins  heavy  score, 
The  number  exceeds 

The  sands  on  the  shore  : 
Guilt  makes  me  unable 

To  stand  or  to  flee, 
So  Cain  murder'd  Abel, 

And  trembled  like  me. 

Each  sin,  like  his  blood, 

With  a  terrible  cry, 
Calls  loudly  on  God 

To  strike  from  on  high ; 
Nor  can  my  repentance, 

Extorted  by  fear, 
Reverse  the  just  sentence, 

'Trs  just,  though  severe, 


152  HYMN  CLXVH. 

4  The  case  is  too  plain, 

I  have  my  own  choice  ; 
Again  and  again, 

1  slighted  his  voice ; 
His  warnings  neglected, 

His  patience  abus'd, 
His  gospel  rejected, 

His  mercy  refus'd. 

5  And  must  I  then  go, 

For  eve  to  dwell 
In  torments  and  wo 

With  devils  in  hell ! 
Oh  where  is  the  Saviour 

1  scorn 'd  in  times  past ; 
His  word  in  my  favour, 

Would  save  me  at  last. 

6  Lord  Jesus,  on  thee 

1  venture  to  call, 
Oh  look  upon  me, 

The  vilest  of  all ; 
For  whom  didst  thou  languish, 

And  bleed  on  the  tree  ? 
Oh  pity  my  anguish, 

And  say*  u  'Twas  for  thee.," 

7  A  case  such  as  mine 

Will  honour  thy  pow'r, 
Ail  hell  will  repine, 

Ail  heaven  adore ; 
If  in  condemnation 

Strict  justice  takes  place, 


HYMN  CLXV1II.  153 

It  shines  i&  salvation 

Morci^Jorious  through  grace. 

HYMN  168.     (8.  8.  6.  8.  8.  6) 

Excefit  a  man  be  born  again.     Joh.  iii.  4. 

1  Jk    WAK'D  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
Xjl     My  soul  hi  bonds  of  guilt  I  found, 

And  knew  not  where  to  go ; 
O'er  whelm 'd  with  sin,  with  anguish  slain, 
The  sinper  must  be  born  again, 

Or  sink  to  endless  wo. 

2  Amaz'd  I  stood,  but  could  not  tell 
Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell, 

For  death  and  ht  11  drew  near  ; 
I  strove  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Still  sounded  in  mine  ear. 

3  When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
It  pour'd  its  curses  on  my  head, 

I  no  relief  could  find  ; 
This  fearful  truth  increas'd  my  pain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again. 

O'crwhelm'd  my  torturM  mind. 

4  Again  did  Sinai's  thunders  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast  unwieldy  load  ; 
Alas  !  I  read  and  saw  it  plain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or,  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 
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154  HYMN  CLXVIIL 

5  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesus  conquer'd  death  and  hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare. 
Yet,  when  1  found  this  truth  remain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again,  - 
I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

9  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
Jesus  of  Naz'reth  pass'd  that  way, 

And  felt  his  pity  move  ; 
The  sinner,  by  his  justice  slain,* 
Now,  by  his  grace,  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

7  To  heaven  the  joyful  tidings  flew, 
The  angels  tun'd  their  harps  anew, 

And  loftier  notes  did  raise  ; 
All  hail !  the  Lamb  who  once  was  slain. 
Unnumber'd  millions,  born  aga/It, 

Will  shout  thine  endless  praise. 

HYMN  168.  (P.  M.)  Doddridge. 

God* 8  government  Ziorfsjoy — Isaiah  Iii.  7. 

1  "%7" E  subjects  of  the  Lord  proclaim 

\      The  royal  honours  of  his  name  ; 

*  Jehovah  reigns,'  be  all  your  song. 
>Tis  he  thy  God,  O  Zion,  reigns. 
Prepare  thy  most  harmonious  strains, 

Glad  hallelujahs  to  prolong. 

2  Ye  princes,  boast  no  more  your  crown, 
But  lay  the  glittering  trifle  down 

In  lowly  honour  at  his  feet ; 


HYMN  CLXIX.  155 

A  span  your  narrow  empire  bounds ; 
He  reigns  beyond  created  rounds, 
In  self-sufficient  glory  great. 

3  Tremble,  ye  pageants  of  a  day, 
Form'd,  like  your  slaves,  of  brittle  clay ; 

Down  to  the  dust  your  sceptres  bend ; 
To  everlasting  years  He  reigns, 
And  undiminish'd  pomp  maintains, 

When  kings,  and  suns,  and  time  shall 
end. 

4  So  shall  his  favoured  Zion  live  ; 
In  vain  confed'rate  nations  strive 

Her  sacred  turrets  to  destroy ; 
Her  sov'reign  sits  enthron'd  above, 
And  endless  pow'r,  and  endless  love, 

Ensure  her  safety  and  her  joy. 

HYMN  169.  (8.  7.4.)  Bristol  col. 
Zion' s  increase  prayed  for. — Psalm  xlv.  3. 

1  4~^i  IRD  thy  sword  on,  mighty  Saviour ! 
\Jf  Make  the  word  of  truth  thy  care! 
Prosper  in  thy  course  triumphant, 

All  success  attend  thy  war ! 
Gracious  Victor, 
Bring  thy  trophies  from  afar. 

2  Majesty  combin'd  with  meekness, 

Righteousness  and  peace  unite, 
To  ensure  thy  blessed  conquest, 

Take  possession  of  thy  right : 
Ride  victorious, 
Deck'd  in  robes  of  purest  light. 

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156  HYMN  CLXX. 

3  Blest  are  all  that  touch  thy  sceptre — 
Bit* st  are  all  that  own  thy  reign  ; 

Freed  from  sin,  that  worst  of  tyrants — 
Rescu'd  from  its  galling  chain  : 

Saints  and  angels, 

All,  who  know  thee,  bless  thy  reign. 

HYMN  170.  (148th.)  Peacock. 

Christ* a  resurrection  and  ascension. 

Luke  xxiv.  34. 

LL  hail !  the  glorious  morn, 
That  saw  our  Saviour  rise  ; 
With  vici'ry  bright  adorn 'd ; 
And  triumph  in  his  eves  ; 
Ye  saints  extol  your  risen  Lord, 
And  sing  his  praise  with  sweet  accord. 

Behold  the  Lamb  of  God, 

TV  atoning  sacrifice, 

Sustains  the  dreadful  load 

Ol  man's  iniquities; 
Death,  sin,  and  hell,  our  cruel  foes, 
All  vanquished  fell,  when  Jesus  rose. 

At  once  the  prison  doors, 
Death's  awful  gates,  expand  ; 
Their  captive  they  restore, 
At  God's  supreme  command  : 
How  blest  the  hour,  awake  our  joys, 
Hell's  fatal  pow'r,  lo,  he  destroys. 

The  conqueror  ascends, 
In  triumph  to  the  skies  ; 


HYMN  CLXXI.  157 

Celestial  hosts  attend, 

To  crown  his  victories  : 
Hark !  they  proclaim  his  glorious  name ; 
And  heav'n  resounds  Immanuel's  fame. 

5  Now  to  the  throne  above, 
Let  ev'ry  saint  draw  near ; 
There  dwells  incarnate  love, 
Grace  sits  triumphant  there: 

See  mercy  smile,  e'n  on  that  throne, 
Where  once  did  wrath  and  justice  frown. 

6  All  praise  be  to  the  Lamb, 
Who  offered  up  his  blood ; 
Hosannas  to  his  name, 
That  for  our  ransom  stood  ; 

In  notes  jsublime  with  joy  we'll  sing, 
The  love  divine  of  Christ  our  King. 

HYMN  171.  (8s.) 

Our  God  for  ever  and  ever. — Psalm  xixiii.  11. 

1  T  |  iHIS  God  is  the  God  we  adore, 

Our  faithful  unchangeable  friend, 
Whose  love  is  as  large  as  his  power, 
And  neither  knows  measure  nor  end. 

2  'Tis  Jesus  the  first  and  the  last, 

Whose  spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home  ; 
We'll  praise  him  for  all  that  is  past, 
And  trust  him  for  all  that's  to  come, 

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158         HYMN  CLXXII,  CLXXIII. 

HYMN  172.  (148th.)  Harrison. 

Dejected,  net  hofn.ig. — Psalm  xliJ.  11. 

1  "\^1  7  **Y  do  I  thus  complain,         , 

V  V     And  bow  my  drooping  head  ? 

Cheer  up  my  soul,  agaia — 

Thy  Saviour  is  not  dead  : 
Jesus,  thy  Lord,  is  still  the  same, 
Believe  his  word,  and  trust  his  name. 

2  What  though  he  hides  his  face, 
Nor  will  one  smile  afford, 
Thou  yet  may'st  plead  his  grace, 
And  venture  on  his  word  : 

Still  ail  thy  trust  on  him  repose, 
And  own  him  just  in  all  thy  woes. 

3  Why  should  distressing  thoughts, 
Why  should  distracting  cares, 
Still  aggravate  thy  faults, 

And  urge  thy  flowing  tears  ? 
No  longer  fight  against  his  rod  ; 
But  still  delight  and  hope  in  God. 

HYMN  173.  8.  8.  6. 
Time^and  Mteriiity. — Psalm  xxxix. 

O  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand, 
Yet  how  insensible ! 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  yon  heav'nly  place, 
Or,  shuts  me  up  in  hell ! 


HYMN  CLXXIII.  '      159 

2  O  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  save  me,  ere  it  be  too  late, 

By  free  and  sov'reign  grace. 

3  Before  me  place,  in  bright  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  in  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar  ; 

0  tell  me,  Lord — shall  I  be  there, 
To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

4  O  thou,  that  hear'st  the  pray'r  of  faith, 
Wilt  thou  not  save  a  soul  from  death, 

That  casts  itself  on  thee  ? 

1  have  no  refuge  of  my  own, 

But  fly  to  what  my  Lord  hath  done, 
And  suffer'd  once  for  me. 

5  Slain  in  the  guilty  sinner's  stead, 
His  spotless  righteousness  I  plead, 

And  his  availing  blood  : 
Thy  righteousness  my  robe  shall  be, 
Thy  merit  shall  atone  for  me, 

And  bring  me  near  to  God. 

6  Then  snatch  me  from  eternal  death, 
The  spirit  of  adoption  breath, 

His  consolations  send  : 
By  him  some  word  of  life  impart, 
And  sweetly  whisper  to  my  heart, 

My  Maker  is  my  friend. 
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160  HYMN  CLXXIV,  CLXXV. 

7  The  king  of  terrors  then  shall  be 
A  welcome  messenger  to  me, 

To  bid  me  come  away : 
Unclogg'd  by  earth  or  earthly  things, 
I'll  mount,  I'll  fly  with  eager  wings 

To  everlasting  day. 


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HYMN  174.    Madan's  Col. 

Praise  to  the   Saviour, 

WHAT  shall  1  do  my  Saviour  to 
praise  ? 
So  faithful  and  true,  so  plenteous  in  grace  ; 
So  strong  to  deliver,  so  good  to  redeem 
The   weakest  believer  that  hangs  upon 
him  ! 

2  How  happy  the  man  whose  heart  is  set 

free ! 
The  people  who  can  be  joyful  in  thee ; 
Their  joy  is  to  walk  in  the  light  of  thy  face, 
And  ever  depend  upon  Almighty  grace. 

3  Their  daily  delight  will  be  in  thy  name  ; 
They  shall,  as  their  right,  thy  righteous- 
ness claim ; 

Thy  righteousness  wearing,  and  cleans'd 

by  thy  blood, 
Bold  shall  they  appear  in  the  presence  of 

God. 


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HYMN  175.     8.  7.  Robinson. 

Ebenezer—-\  Sam.  vii.  12. 
OME,  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  blessing 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  ; 


HYMN  CLXXVI.  161 

Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 

2  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer  : 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come  : 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 
Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 

3  Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
Interpos'd  with  precious  blood. 

4  O,  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 

Daily  I'm  constrain'd  to  be ! 
Let  that  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wand 'ring  heart  to  thee  I 

5  Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it — 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love  I 
Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it ; 
Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 

HYMN  176.  7s. 

Temfited—but  flying  to  Christ  the  refuge, 

1  TESUS  !  lover  of  my  soul, 
<J  Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  raging  billows  roll, — 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high  ! 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 
O  receive  my  soul  at  last. 
N5 


162  HYMN  CLXXVIf. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, — 

Hangs  my  hdpless  soul  on  thee  ; 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  : 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd, 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want ; 

All  in  all  in  thee  I  find  ! 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind : 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name, 

I  am  all  unrighteousness, 
Vile  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, . 

Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sins — 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound  ; 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within  ; 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  : 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 

HYMN  177.  5.  5.  11.  Wesley. 
Sufferings  and  death  of  Jesus.— Lam.  i.  12. 

1      A    LL  ye  who  pass  by, 
ji\.  To  Jesus  draw  nigh, 
To  you  is  it  nothing  that  Jesus  should  die  ? 


HYMN  CLXXVIII.  163 

Our  ransom  and  peace, 
Our  surety  he  is, 
Come,  see  if  there  ever  was  sorrow  like 
his. 

2  The  Lord,  in  the  day 
Of  anger,  did  lay 

Our  sins  on  the  Lamb,  and  he  bore  them 
away ; 
Hedy'dtoatone 
For  sins  not  his  own — 
The  Father  has  punish'd  for  us  his  dear 
Son. 

3  For  sinners  like  me, 
He  dy'd  on  the  tree ; 

His  death  ^accepted,  the  sinner  is  free. 

My  pardon  I  claim, 

A  sinner  I  am, 
A  sinner  believing  in  Jesus's  name. 

At       With  joy  we  approve 
The  plan  of  his  love  ! 
A  wonder  to  all  both  below  and  above  ! 
When  time  is  no  more, 
We  still  shall  adore 
That  ocean  of  love,  without  bottom  or 
shore. 


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HYMN  178. 

The  kuigdovi  of  Christ.— Phil.  iv.  4. 

EJOICE  !  the  Lord  is  king  : 
Your  God  and  King  adore  ; 


164  HYMN  CLXXVIII. 

Mortals  give  thanks  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore : 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

2  Rejoice  !  the  Saviour  reigns, — 

The  God  of  truth  and  love  ; 
When  he  had  purg'd  our  stains, 

He  took  his  seat  above  : 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heav'n ; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jesus  giv'n  ; 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

4  He  all  his  foes  shall  quell, 

Shall  all  our  sins  destroy, 
And  even*  bosom  swell 

With  pure  seraphic  joy  ; 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 

5  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope  ! 

Jesus,  the  Judge,  shall  come, 
And  take  his  servants  up 

To  their  eternal  home  : 
We  soon  shall  hear  th'  archangel's  voice, 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound,  rejoice. 


HYMN  CLXXIX.  165 

HYMN  179.    (8,  7.  8,  7.) 

A  charity -hymn. 

1  "        ORD  thy  care,  for  all  providing, 

L|   Warm'd    thy    faithful    prophet's 
tongue  ; 
Who,  the  lot  of  all  deciding, 
To  thy  chosen  Israel  sung  : 

2  When  thine  harvest  yields  the  pleasure, 

Thou  the  golden  sheaf  shalt  bind  ; 
To  the  poor  belongs  the  treasure 
Of  the  scatter'd  ears  behind. 

3  When  thine  olive  plants  increasing, 

Pour  thy  plenty  o'er  thy  plain, 
Grateful  thou  shalt  take  the  blessing. 
But  not  search  the  bough  again. 

4  When  thy  favour'd  vintage  flowing, 

Gladdens  thy  autumnal  scene, 
Own  the  bounteous  hand  bestowing, 
But  thy  vines  the  poor  shall  glean. 

5  Still  we  read  thy  word  declaring 

Mercy,  Lord,  thine  own  decree ; 
Mercy  ev'ry  sorrow  sharing, 

Warms  the  heart  resembling  thee. 

6  Still  the  orphan  and  the  stranger, 

Still  the  widow  owns  thy  care, 
Screen'd  by  thee  in  ev'ry  danger, 
Heard  by  thee  in  ev  ry  pray'r. 
N2 


166  HYMN  CLXXX,  CXXXI. 

HYMN  180.  (L.  M.)  Barnard.  V 

At.  parting. 

1  |~| !  HAPPY  day,  when   saints  shall 

\J         meet 

To  part  no  more — the  thought  is  sweet ; 
No  more  to  feel  the  rending  smart, 
Oft  felt  below,  when  christians  part. 

2  O  happy  place  I  still  must  say, 
Where  all  but  love  is  done  away  ; 
All  cause  of  parting  there  is  past ; 
Their  social  feast  will  ever  last. 

6  Such  union  here  is  sought  in  vain, 
As  there,  in  ev'ry  heart,  will  reign ; 
There  separations  can't  compel 
The  saints  to  bid,  the  sad  farewell. 

4t  The  happy  season  soon  will  come, 

When  saints  shall  meet  in  heaven,  their 

home; 
Eternally  with  Christ  to  dwell, 
Nor  ever  hear  the  sound,  farewell. 

HYMN  181.  (L.  M.)  Doddridge. 
The  Christian  Farewell — 2  Cor.  xiii.  11. 

1  r  ■  iHY  presence,  everlasting  God, 

|      Wide  o'er  all  nature  spreads  abroad 
Thy  watchful  eyes,  which  cannot  sleep, 
In  ev'ry  place  thy  children  keep. 

2  While  near  each  other  we  remain, 
Thou  dost  our  lives  and  souls  sustain ; 


DOXOLOGTES.  167 

When  absent  happy,  if  we  share 

Thy  smiles,  thy  counsels,  and  thy  care. 

3  To  thee  we  all  our  w^ys  commit, 
And  Seek  our  comforts  near  thy  feet ; 
Stiil  on  our  souls  vouchsafe  to  shine, 
And  guard  and  guide  us  still  as  thine, 

4  Bring  us  together  in  thy  house, 
Again  to  pay  our  thankful  vows ; 
Or,  if  that  joy  no  more  be  known, 
Give  us  to  meet  around  thy  throne. 


DOXOLOGIES. 

(L.  M.)  Ken. 

PRAISE  God  from  whom  all  blessings 
flow; 
Praise  him  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heav'nly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

(C.  M.)  Maxwell. 
A    LL  glory  to  th'  Eternal  Three, 
/lL    And  undivided  One ; 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  be, 
Co-equal  honours  done. 

(S.  M.)  Beddome. 

TO  thee  Eternal  Three, 
In  will  and  essence  one, 
Be  universal  honours  paid, 
Co-equal  honours  done. 


168  DOXOLOGIES. 

(L.  M.)  Hart. 

At  Dismission. 

1  "W"V  ISMISS  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord, 

\j   Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word  $ 
All  that  wev'e  done  amiss  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 

2  Though  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good, 
Wash  all  our  works  in  Jesus'  blood  ; 
Give  every  fetter'd  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

(C.  M.)  Cennick. 

Praise  to  the  Lamb. 

1  T^TOT  unto  us,  but  thee  alone, 
X^|  Blest  Lamb,  be  glory  giv'n 
Here  shall  thy  praises  be  begun, 

And  carried  on  in  heav'n. 

2  Till  we  the  veil  of  flesh  lay  down, 

Accept  our  weaker  lays  ; 
And  when  we  reach  thy  blissful  throne, 
We'll  give  thee  nobler  praise. 


(S.  M.)  Griffin's  Sel. 

Dismission. 

1  ^k  NCE  more  before  we  part,* 
\J  Great  God  attend  our  pray'r ; 

And  seal  the  gospel  on  the  heart 
Of  ev'ry  person  here. 

2  And  if  we  meet  no  more, 
On  Zion's  holy  ground ; 

0  may  we  reach  that  blissful  shore, 
To  which  thy  saints  are  bound. 


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